"Don't just stand there gawking," the old woman said, breaking Macy's reverie. "Come in and tell me who you are." They dutifully filed in and Macy gave her usual introduction speech, this time finishing with,Read More
"So after you solved the mystery of who killed Mr. Boddy, you set out after us?" Anna was getting a little tired of how long it was taking to hear this story. She just wanted to know how the boys had shown up at just the right time to save the rest of them. Cargo cleared his throat.Read More
"It looks like it was made for you," Joe said, approvingly. "Aim straight and true, don't flinch, in life or in combat." And with that blessing the group left the small clearing by the cabin.Read More
When the weapons were ready, they all reconvened under the spreading tree.
"Okay, weapons are as good as they're gonna be. What else can we do to prepare?" Macy asked the group.Read More
They survived the ninjas, they crossed the pass, and they didn't meet any gummy bears. A late dinner that night in their camp turned into a celebration.Read More
They needed that bag. No way around it, they had to take the risk.Read More
Macy faced the final ninja. She unclasped the cape her mother had given her and twirled it in front of her like a bullfighter. She hoped it would distract the ninja and catch the nunchuck, keeping the weapon away from her body. The ninja flicked the nunchuck, catching the green fabric.Read More
The group that headed out that next morning was an unusual and colorful crew. Mr. Mint took up the front position with his horse and cart loaded with peppermint sticks. Next came Starlight and Anna. Jolly jangled and clanked in the middle with his over loaded donkey, and Macy and Peter brought up the rear. They hoped to reach Gumdrop Mountains that afternoon, spend the night at Jolly's and then cross the pass the next day.Read More
Jolly's donkey was every bit as short and round as his owner. Anna wondered how he could even stand up with Jolly on his back. Jolly had also packed several bags which hung from various places on him and his donkey. When the donkey moved the bags clunked and rattled, making a funny kind of music for their journey.Read More
"Oh, Mr. Mint!" Macy breathed. "Oh, it's terrible. Horrible. Who would do this?" The forest had abruptly ended. There before them lay the remains of hundreds and hundreds of peppermint trees. The shattered trunks and fallen branches scattered across the ground in a haphazard fashion. Here and there were patches where some of the branches were stacked in a pile as if someone attempted to begin the cleanup, and then gave up. Mr. Mint's face had that fierce look on it again.Read More
"W-w-what do you think it is?" She stammered out.
"I don't know," Anna whispered, swallowing hard. "Stand strong. Be brave." To Macy it sounded as if Anna were trying to convince herself to do just that.Read More
"Macy?" Anna whispered in the darkness a note of anxiety in her voice.
"We are safe out here, aren't we?"
"Of course we are," Macy reassured her. "Mother would not have let us come if we were not safe. Besides, we have P. Awn to guard us."Read More
The story you are about to read is a story of valor and courage. It is about adventure and heroism. But most of all, it is about candy. Names have been changed to protect the innocent.Read More
From her nesting place in the glittering sunshine the sloth watched a snail rocket past.
“I suppose I ought to be moving along," she thought to herself. “Sitting here won’t accomplish anything.”Read More
Today my maternal grandmother turns 90. In honor of her birthday, I present five things my grandmother taught me.Read More
"All right," January mumbled from between her fingers. "It all started when I was sitting on my living room couch reading a book." January straightened up and told him the whole story, beginning with the ball and ending with being thrown in the dungeon. She didn't leave anything out, not the chicken dance, not the dousing from Cinderella's sister, and certainly not the sandwiches. When she mentioned snacks, Lucas's eyes lit up.Read More
Lately I've been thinking a lot about grief and comfort. Well, mostly comfort really. What brings us comfort? How does grief heal? Here are some things I've learned.Read More
His heart was pounding like a galloping stallion as he rode into the yard and up to the house at the Double T. The last time he came here the owner had run him off with a Winchester rifle.Read More
Luke knew this day was coming. Had known it for quite some time actually. But that didn't make it any easier, and it sure as shootin' didn't mean he had to take it lying down. No, he was determined to do whatever it took. Even if it meant laying his heart and his life on the line.Read More
"That's where you went," I said, pulling Lambkins from under the couch. I set the stuffed animal in the laundry basket with the other toys I'd picked up after the kids went to bed. "You look how I feel." Discarded, forgotten, unseen, I thought. I didn't dare say those words aloud, but they had been ringing in my mind a lot latelyRead More