With so many animals around his trunk, Little Cedar felt strangely warmed. His friends were depending on him for their very lives. That thought gave Little Cedar an extra surge of courage and he gripped that rock just beneath the soil with determination. The wind and sleet hammered him cruelly. He closed his eyes and […]
Dec 7, 2013
Little Cedar and the Storm of the Century
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Fierce winds tugged at Little Cedar. His scrawny boughs bent and swayed but he dug his roots deeper and hung onto the rock buried beneath the mountain soil. “The wind is so cold,” said Little Cedar. He shivered from his topmost limb to the bottom of his twisted trunk. “It must be nearly Christmas again.” […]
Nov 30, 2013
A Furry Fable
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Why the Squirrel Has a Bushy Tail by Blanche Day Manos In the beginning, when the world was bright and new, some of the animals and plants looked different from the way they look now. O’possum, for instance, was beautiful with a pretty coat and a long, lush tail. Of course, even then Possum had […]
Nov 25, 2013
Eyes to See
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The temperature hovers at thirty degrees this morning but the snow that was forecast hasn’t arrived. Maybe later today? At least, the streets are safer with no snow on them. Has anybody seen any wooly worms lately? If the winter is to be extra wintry, isn’t the band around a wooly worm’s middle broader? My […]
Nov 23, 2013
A Mish Mash of Morning Meanderings
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Let me tell you, this morning is going to be a little of this and a little of that. Writers are told that our stories should “hang together”. We should stick to the subject and write about what we know. I’m writing about what I know this morning but I can’t stick with the subject […]
Nov 21, 2013
Crows and Jays
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Ah, November. Ah, November rain! Yesterday morning’s rain was brief and the day turned mostly clear and chilly. This morning, however, the rain sounds like it means business. So, I started thinking about things having to do with November and fall and rain. I don’t notice it so much here in town but at Manos […]
