Daisy Mae and friends at the Pres ….. An Arbour Tale

 

Daisy Mae and friends at the Pres

An Arbour Tale

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Daisy Mae and her friend sat on window sills and looked out onto a misty garden.

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On the other side the orchard was even mistier.

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Gradually, as they gazed, the mist cleared over the Valley at the back of the house.

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“It always does this I’m told,” said Daisy Mae.

“Soon the sun will shine.”

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Daisy Mae was right. The sun rose around the church catching the dew in cobwebs ….. “Ooh, pretty!” breathed Daisy Mae and Melody.

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….It cast shadows on walls around the house, enhancing the tree shapes.

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At lunch time, the Teds had their customary nuts and cheese, but this time they were joined by two newcomers; Piggy Bank, and Zippy.

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Zippy was called Zippy because he could zip about in the water, though he was quite happy on land too, being a terrapin.

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Teds were keen to explore the Pres garden. They had not seen such a big space, and for a while, just sat and gazed around. From the log under the front room window, Robinson and Brock could enjoy, up close, the plumbago.

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“And if you climb higher you can see the dogwood turning pretty colours!” shouted Robinson, down to a rather nervous Brock, who did not like climbing and was being encouraged into all sorts of adventures by his nimble pal!

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The dogwood was beautiful and Robison could twist round from his high perch on the fennel and see it quite clearly.

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Brock stayed glued to his log, remembering the day before.

Robinson had coaxed him up the branches of the rose hips bush.

He had enticed him onto such a high branch that Brock eventually had to stop.

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Brock had frozen!

“Ooohh, I’m stuck!” he moaned. Robinson tried to coax him but to no avail.

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The frustrated little squirrel, called to Vladimir, who was big and strong, and liked climbing trees.

“Thank goodness you’re here,” mumbled Brock throwing himself at Vladimir.

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Gently, Vladimir slowly half carried a rigid and terrified Brock down from the high branches.

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Robinson watched incredulous, and a little shame-faced, but unrepentant.

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Poor Brock clung to Vladimir all the way down and did not let go until they were safely on terra firma once more.

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“Oooh!” moaned a trembling Brock, “I’m not going up again, no!”

After such a fright, Brock had decided to stay on the safety of the old log where the friends liked to gather each day.

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Daisy Mae and Melody liked the borage flowers.

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Back on the home table, Lynnette tidied up, whilst Kumba David looked around to see what more photographs he could take.

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It was fun at the Pres..

 

Anne, …..  30.09.2014 ….. [Remembering her Dad, born on this date in 1919.]

This story is for Chelsea, who is good at naming teddy bears.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

2 Responses

  1. shedsue says:

    I liked this one Anne :good: I loved the cobwebbed tree, ..and poor Brock :-( ..thank goodness for Vladimir…what a hero :heart: …..I am sure Chelsea will enjoy this one

  2. gertie says:

    Oh goodee :yahoo: I knew you would like this one Susie :lol: Thank you :rose:

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