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S: Down on Bonny Lane: A Collection of Short Stories

FC: Down on Bonny Lane | A Collection of Short Stories | By Bonnie Christians

1: For My Family | With Love, Mother | 1

2: 2 | Like branches on a tree, our lives may grow in different directions, yet our roots remain as one.

3: 3 | Table of Contents T.J. and the Hobo...For Travis Page 4 Jerry Jeep Page 7 Sally and the Dancing Doll...For Robbyn Page 10 Numbers Parade Page 13 Little Tag's Busy Day...For Tim Page 16 William's Red Wagon Page 20 Trucker Tommy Tucker...For Tom Page 24 Stop That Top Page 27 Dancing Shoes...For Vicki Page 29 Lumpy Bear Page 32 Tea Party with Daddy...For Susie Page 35

4: T.J. and the Hobo For You, Travis, and your pets, Boozer, Muffin, and your special dog Pepper T.J. Adams lived on a farm with his mother and dad, two brothers, one sister, lots of cows, a house full of chickens, two dogs, and several barn cats, along with their kittens. It was summertime and that meant there was always something to do. T.J. was eight years old and he had chores that he was responsible for each day. One of his chores was helping Polly gather the eggs. Polly was T.J’s sister. After the eggs were gathered, T.J. fed the calves, which could all drink from a bucket now. T.J. also had two big brothers, who helped dad with the milking every day. Jim was sixteen and Jack was nineteen. Everyone was busy on this sunny day. Dad and the boys were out in the field making hay for the cows to eat in the wintertime. Mother and Polly were in the garden picking beans to can. T.J. thought he would ride his bike up and down the farm lane. Little dog Pepper was laying in the shade of the house, taking a nap. This day Pepper thought she would stay home while T.J. went riding his bike. It was a warm day and the shade was so nice. Muffin, his other dog, was always ready to go exploring with T.J. Exploring was finding special things to see or climbing on the big rock pile and pretending it was a mountain. There were always many things to sniff when T.J. went riding and exploring. But today, at the end of the lane, sitting by the mailbox, was a large black and white dog. “Whose dog are you?” said T.J. | 4

5: The Dog seemed very friendly, but T.J. didn’t touch him because he didn’t know the stranger and maybe he would bite. The big dog wagged his long, fluffy tail and sniffed at Muffin. Muffin liked him and they played together. T.J. started back up the lane with Muffin, and the big dog followed close behind. Muffin showed her new playmate where to get a drink. Pepper came over and immediately liked the strange dog too. T.J. thought his new friend might be hungry and got him a pan of dog food to eat. The big, friendly dog was very happy and when he finished his meal, he came over to give T.J. a big, wet kiss on his little hand. T.J. gently put his hand on the big dog’s head and lovingly petted him. They became good friends right then and there. Dad and T.J.’s big brothers, Jim and Jack, came into the barnyard with another load of hay to store in the hayloft. T.J. and Muffin came running to see if they could help put the hay in the barn. It was always fun to help Dad put the bales of hay on the elevator and take a ride up to the hayloft. Jack and Jim were up in the loft stacking the hay bales, getting them ready for winter. T.J.’s new friend was sitting next to Muffin in the barnyard. Both pups were watching the men work, waiting for a pat on the head when the work was finished. Jim asked, “Whose dog is this? “ I don’t know,” replied T.J. “I was out by the road and he was laying out there by the mail box. When I started back up the lane he followed along with Muffin. He got a drink and he looked hungry so I gave him some of Muffin’s dog food.” “I don’t think that was a very good idea,” said dad. “ He might want to stay and I’m sure he has a home somewhere.” Jack said, “He might be a stray. Just a hobo of a dog.” “Nevertheless, we will have to advertise in the paper to let the owners know where he is,” replied Dad. “What name will you give him until someone comes for him?” asked Jim. T.J. answered, “Jim said he was a hobo, so Hobo is what I will call him. Maybe no one will come for him. Can we keep him then?” asked T.J. | 5

6: “I don’t know about that,” said dad. “We will have to wait to see if he is good with the cows.” Weeks went by and one day Dad said, “It looks as if Hobo will be here for a while. No one has called about him yet. He sure has helped with the cows. Once Muffin showed Hobo what to do, he just took over for her. Muffin is getting older and needs the help.” T.J. was overjoyed because Hobo was definitely staying and they became close friends. Hobo went everywhere that T.J. went, tramping around the grove of trees or chasing the bunnies and squirrels. T.J. knew they would never catch anything, but it was fun to try. The buddies loved going down to the creek to see the frogs or catch minnows. Hobo loved to get in the creek and help T.J. look for pretty rocks to show Mother and Polly. T.J. had a wonderful summer with his new pet Hobo, but poor Muffin didn’t have much play left in her anymore. She was getting older and spent most of her days sleeping. But Hobo loved to romp, chasing all the balls and Frisbees that T.J. threw, waving his big tail in happiness. In fact, Hobo was never without a Frisbee in his mouth, he was always waiting just waiting, for ANYONE who would throw it. School started once again and Hobo knew he had found a happy home with T.J. Everyday when Polly, Jim, and T.J. would come home on the school bus who do you suppose was waiting for them? Yes, you could always count on the ever faithful, Muffin and her Pal Hobo, with a Frisbee in his mouth. | 6

7: Jerry Jeep Jerry Jeep was eight years old, but he still worked very hard each and every day. He was blue with bright red seats. His owner,Bill Brown, kept him in excellent shape. Jerry Jeep had a bath and was polished every Saturday when Bill finished his week’s work. Jerry also had four shinny wheels and four of the best tires a jeep could wear. And, of course, he was equipped with four-wheel drive. Jerry could climb any hill, pull any load or go through any creek and never complain about it. Bill was very proud of Jerry. Jerry’s job was to take Bill to work, hauling his tools and pulling the work trailer. Bill was a carpenter who built houses, barns, sheds, and anything you could make from wood. Jerry enjoyed his job very much and he liked to prove how strong he was when he pulled extra large loads. One sunny morning, Bill and Jerry were on their way to Sam Goodman’s farm. Sam needed a shed built for his sheep and a place to store his hay for winter-feed. While Jerry was on the road to Sam’s farm he began to feel a bit sick and began to cough. “Chug-chug-a-chug,” said Jerry. “What’s wrong Jerry?” asked Bill. “Not feeling too well today? Let’s slow down a bit. We’re not late. Just take it easy. I’ll look at you when we get back to town.” “Chug-chug-a-chug,” answered Jerry, as his bright red seats gave a little shiver. There was a small stream on the country road that led to Sam’s farm but Jerry Jeep charged ahead and crossed the cold creek even though his cough was getting worse. “Chug-chug-a-chug-chug-chug.” Jerry soon realized that slowing down made him feel better. “Poor Jerry!” said Bill. “I’m sorry I haven’t taken better care of you. I’ll give you a really good tune-up as soon as we get back to town.” | 7

8: After arriving at Sam’s farm, Jerry rested as Bill and Sam talked and measured. The new sheep shed was to be built in the north pasture next to a grove of trees with the hay barn beside it. Bill told Sam to order the lumber and assured him that he would be back with his crew to begin work on the following Monday. On the way home Jerry tried not to cough, but he was now feeling quite ill. Bill kept saying, “We’ll be home soon.” “Chug-chug-a-chug chug chug” was Jerry’s reply. “I know Bill will make me feel like new again,” thought Jerry. As soon as they arrived at home, Bill put Jerry in the garage. “Let’s take a look at you, my friend,” said Bill as he opened Jerry’s hood. Sure enough, Jerry’s spark plugs were bad and in need of replacement, giving him that terrible cough. Jerry also got clean oil and had all his joints greased. After nice fresh bath, Jerry was feeling A-1 again. His windows were shinning, his bright red seats were cleaned, and the floors were swept. Jerry felt as though he were brand new again, even though he was 8 years old. | 8

9: On Sunday night it rained three inches. The stream on the road to Sam’s farm was running pretty deep, but Jerry and his bright blue work trailer went right through the deep water and up the hill to Sam’s place. No problem! Three of Bill’s workmen cheered as Jerry pulled up and Bill announced, “Good boy, Jerry!” The lumber truck was due to arrive any time now. But, just as Bill and Sam were wondering where the delivery truck was, they looked down the hill and saw it stalled in the stream. Bill looked at his trusted pal and said, “Jerry, my friend, do you think you can help pull that truck through the stream and up the hill?” Jerry purred proudly while Bill shifted into four-wheel drive. The workmen called, “Go, get ‘em Jerry. Go! Go! Go!” Jerry pulled the heavy, old lumber truck through the stream and up the hill as everyone cheered him on. “You are a great jeep, Jerry. I can always count on you. You make me proud!” boasted Bill. And Jerry PURRED happily as his bright blue body and red seats shimmered in the morning sun. | 9

10: Sally and the Dancing Doll For my Robbyn and her dolls Bobbi was named Robbyn Jane even before she was born. Mother and father could hardly wait. They painted her room pink and got things ready for a new, little girl. The day arrived when Mommy and Daddy brought Bobbi home from the hospital. She was dressed in pink and wrapped in a pink blanket that Grandma Baker bought for her. Grandpa and Grandma Baker were waiting at the house to see little Bobbi. “What a beauty,” Grandpa said. “May I hold her?” asked Grandma and soon Bobbi fell fast asleep. Mommy and Daddy carried Bobbi into her room and there in the corner of the baby crib sat a dolly dressed in pink and white. Daddy bought the baby doll for Bobbi when he found out they were going to have a little girl. The doll had a soft body with silky, brown curls and sleepy, blue eyes that opened and shut. Daddy and Mommy named the doll Sally. Sally always slept in Bobbi’s bed. Bobbi loved Sally and the pretty doll went everywhere with her. When Bobbi learned to creep, Sally was there too, being dragged along by an arm or a leg. Sally’s pretty pink and white dress was replaced with a new one from time to time. One time Sally’s soft body became so thin and worn that Mommy had to stitch up a new one. But, Bobbi loved Sally all the more. Sally still slept in Bobbi’s bed each night, took trips to the store, visited the family or neighbors, and went everywhere with Bobbi. Grandma and Grandpa Porter came to visit Bobbi quite often and they always brought along a new doll of some kind. As Bobbi grew older, she had many different dolls. One year for her birthday, Grandpa and Grandma Baker brought Raggedy Ann and Andy for Bobbi. Ann and Andy were played with almost every day and they often attended tea parties with Sally and her other dolls. There were dolls everywhere, on the shelves, and sitting on the dressers. There were little ones and big ones, ones that could walk, and even some that could talk. Some dolls had blonde hair that you could brush and others had different outfits that Bobbi could play dress up with. Dolls, dolls, dolls all over the room. | 10

11: Sometimes when no one was around, the dolls and stuffed animals would talk. The Mrs. Beasley Doll was known as the grandma of Bobbi’s doll collection. Mrs. Beasley loved all the dolls; even grumpy, old Mr. Lion who growled or roared if there was too much chatter among the dolls. That was when Giggles, the monkey, teased Mr. Lion making him roar even louder. “Stop that,” Mrs. Beasley commanded. “Let’s all try to get along.” Jingles, the clown said, “ I would do some summersaults if I could get down from this shelf.” “ I’ll use my magic wand to help you get down if that would help,” said Angelica, the fairy doll. “Good,” exclaimed Annie and Andy. “ We love it when Jingles does tricks. He’s so funny.” “Come, come, now everyone, sit up straight, Jingles is going to entertain us with some silly jokes and tricks, announced Mrs. Beasley. “YEA, YEA,” cheered all the dolls and animals, except Mr. Lion who just growled. And this is what secretly happened in Bobbi’s room when no one was around. | 11

12: One year for Christmas, when Bobbi was about five, she found a very tall package under the Christmas tree with her name on it. BOBBI . When Bobbi opened the curious-looking present, she found a dancing doll. This special dancing doll had elastic straps on her feet and hands. When Bobbi put the straps over her shoes and held her hands, she danced all around the room. Bobbi danced and danced and danced all day, what a good time she had! Bobbi named her new doll Anna Belle. Anna Belle had bright blue eyes and yellow hair. She wore a blue dress with a matching bonnet. Sally sadly watched as Bobbi danced around and around. Poor Sally, she hoped that Bobbi still loved her. But Sally didn’t need to worry. When it came time for bed late that Christmas night, Bobbi gently picked up Sally and hugged her tightly. “Don’t you worry, Sally,” Bobbi said. “I love you most of all. Anna Belle will be my favorite dancing doll, but you are still my favorite dolly of all. | 12

13: Numbers Parade Little Jane Tanner loved pre-school. She had been going for several weeks now. There were so many things to do at pre-school. Such nice ladies were there to help the children and they always served special treats like cookies or cupcakes with milk for a morning snack. Sometimes the ladies would have fruit bars or even cheese and crackers. Jane had fun at pre-school and she loved to play with the numbers. They had the numbers 0-1-2-3-4-5-6-7-8 and 9. At first, Jane made the numbers stand up tall, then mixed them up. Sometimes, though, they were turned upside down. Jane hadn’t yet learned that the numbers were supposed to be in the correct order from 0 to 9 when you counted. Mrs. Hardy, the teacher, was teaching the pre-schoolers how to put these numbers in the right order starting with 0 and ending with 9. Mrs. Hardy told the children that the numbers liked to march around, just like they were in a parade. The class then made numbers to wear on their heads as they paraded around the classroom. Jane enjoyed playing this game. Sometimes she got to be number 1, other times she was number 8 or any one of the other numbers. No matter what number Jane was, she had fun. The class learned how to count in this way. Jane went home one day and told her Mommy how much fun she was having in the number parade. Mrs. Tanner thought this was a great way for the children to learn how to count. And one day while Jane was in pre-school, Mrs. Tanner went shopping and found a big package of numbers for Jane. There was more than one of each number in the package. Mrs. Tanner brought the surprise home and put the numbers 0-1-2-3-4-5-6-7-8-9 out for Jane to play with. These were nice large numbers and they could stand up by themselves. When Jane got home from pre-school that day, she was very excited to play with her new numbers. Jane knew how to put the numbers in the right order now. And when Mommy said to put the numbers away and come to the table for dinner, Jane took her numbers and tossed them on the toy shelf in one big pile. After Jane left her room, the numbers were laying every which a-way. Number 5 was the first to speak. “Get off me 8,” it said. “Sorry, 5 it’s not my fault. It’s where Jane put me.” “I have a great idea,” announced 4. “What’s your idea?” asked 2. | 13

14: “Lets all stand up and get in the right order so that when Jane comes back we will be ready to play,” replied 4. “Good idea,” said 9. “I get to be last, that much I know.” “Yes,” said 1,” but we can’t start until everyone is here.” “Who’s not here,” asked 7. “Let’s count off like Jane does when she lines us up on the table,” said 3. “0’s before me,” said 1. “0, where are you?” called 6. “Sorry everyone,” said 0. “When Jane put me down I rolled over here behind the books. I’m on my way now,” 0 said, rolling to a stop. “O.K. you’re first, 0,” said 6. “ I’m next, I’m next,” replied 1. “I stand next to 1,” announced 2. “Me next,” said 3. “You’re standing backwards 3,” said 5. “Turn around.” “I come after 3, but 3 looked so funny when it was backwards that I didn’t know who was next,” replied 4. “Are you O.K.,5,” asked 4. “Yes,” said 5. “It’s just kind of hard to stand on a round bottom sometimes.” | 14

15: “I know,” said 6 as it stepped into place. “I have a round bottom too.” “7, you’re next,” saiid 5 “Hey, you’re on your head again,” announced 9. “Turn over and stand up straight.” “I’m just playing around,” laughed 7. “It looks like 8 is taking a nap. It’s laying down again.” “I’m up but I like to lay down every chance I get, because being this fat makes me tired. I’m in line now,” replied 8. “And now, will the final number please step up,” said 9 as it hopped into place. “ We are just in time, too. Here comes Jane, ready to play with us again,” whispered 3. “Don’t we look smart all standing here from 0 to 9?” smiled 0. What a surprise was waiting for little Jane! By now, you must be wondering what will happen when the extra numbers join their friends 0 to 9? Why, lots of amazing things will happen. You will be able to make many big numbers, like 99 or 10, 27, 54, or 81. You can make the numbers say how old you are, or how old brother Jack and sister Polly are. You could even make the numbers show Grandma Bea’s age, if she would just tell you what that magical number is. Who knows? Grandma could be 99 years old. Imagine what fun you can have with your numbers. | Just Give It A Try! | 99 | 27 | 54 | 15

16: Little Tag’s Busy Day For My Little Busy Tag-A-Long, Tim Tag-A-Long was the name for a little boy who always ready to go along. His real name was Timothy Terrence Trotter. He was four years old. His favorite saying was “Where you goin’? Can I go too?” Timmy got his name of Tag-A-Long from his big sister Nancy. Timmy loved his family; there was Mary, his Mother, and Paul, his father, and sisters, Nancy and Gracie, his big brother Sam, and a special dog named Butch. Tag was always following someone around the farm and Butch was always following Tag, watching out to see that he didn’t get hurt. Helping everyone, wherever they went was Tag’s job. Turn around, and there was Tag. In the barn or in the orchard, there was Tag. The Trotter’s lived on a big farm with cows, chickens, and an orchard of apple trees. This kept the whole family busy. “Where you goin’, Nancy? Can I go too?” said Tag. “Mother said to bake some cookie for the men’s lunch,” she replied. “Can I help, please? Can we make Tony Tiger Cookies, huh, can we?” asked Tag. Tony Tiger was Tag’s favorite cookie. “Sure you can, but you know what happens when you get around the flour that we use,” said Nancy. “I’ll get one of Daddy’s handkerchiefs to wear over my nose if you just let me help,” he answered. Tag always sneezed when he helped in the kitchen, so they would tie a big red and white handkerchief over his nose. This made Tag look like a bandit. So, standing on a chair, with an apron tied around his waist and a bandit mask covering his mouth and nose, Tag helped Nancy make cookies. Later, Mother asked Gracie, “ Would you please gather the eggs for me? I have been so busy with the sewing that I haven’t had time to do it.” | "Where you goin'? Can I go too?" | 16

17: “ Where you goin’, Gracie?” asked Tag when she came out of the house. “Can I go too?” “Just to hen house to gather the eggs,” answered Gracie “Come along, but be very quiet, O.K.?” “O.K.” said Tag Next, Tag decided to hook up his toy pedal tractor to a piece of chain he found, pretending that he was working in the field just like Daddy and Sam. What a great amount of dirt and dust he made. Of course, a lot of that dirt fell on Tag. Butch liked to watch the chain dragging along behind the pedal tractor and he tried to catch it, but Butch just wound up sneezing from all the dust that Tag created. Tag also hooked up his wagon and pulled that around the farmyard. He loaded it full of many different things, like grass for the calves or some of his favorite sandbox toys. He even tried to give Butch a ride, but when Tag turned his back, Butch would jump out. Butch was one smart dog, he knew that Tag might go so fast the wagon would tip over and he was having no part of that. Tag could always hear the tractors coming in from the field, and he waited until Daddy and Sam shut the tractors off before he ran to greet them. Jumping into Daddy’s arms he asked, “ What cha’ goin’ to do now? Can I go too?” “ Yeah’, Little Tag, you can go too,” was Daddy’s reply. “It’s chore time and you know what that means, right”? “Yeah, I get to help feed the calves, right?” “Right,” said Sam as he tried to tickle Tag chasing him across the yard, while Butch joined in on the fun, barking and jumping with all the excitement. After all the chores were done and supper was finished, everyone enjoyed the cookies that Tag helped to make. “I made the cookies,” said Tag excitedly. | 17

18: “And they were very good,” said Daddy. “Can I have another one or maybe two, can I Mudder?” asked Tag. “And how about me, too?” said Sam. “O.K.” answered Mother. “Even Tag, can have another one!” Later that evening, Tag and his family relaxed in the living room. Tag had taken his bath and was in his PJ.s. “Will you play farm with me, Sam?” asked Tag. “Alright,” answered Sam, “But I get to be the boss.” Tag got an armload of farm toys as Sam sat down on the floor to play with little Tag. “You are the hired man, Tag, so what’s your name today?” inquired Sam. | 18

19: “I don’t know, Sammy. What’s my name today?” asked Tag. “How about Bartholomew Liverlips?” Now Sam knew that Tag could not pronounce his ‘th’ sounds. “Bard-o-mew,” said Tag. “No, no, its Bartholomew.” “Bard-o-mew” said Tag. “You’d better learn to say your name the next time we play,” teased Sam. “O.K.,” said Tag. Mother announced, “Bed Time!” when she saw Tag’s big yawns and sleepy eyes. “Tell everyone good night and give away some hugs. I’ll tuck you in and read a very short story. You’ve had a very busy day little man.” After all the good nights and hugs, Tag was tenderly tucked in. He was ready for a great story and some much needed sleep. Tonight, though, Busy Little Tag-A-Long didn’t make it through the first page of his favorite story, The Poky Little Puppy. Tag was fast asleep, dreaming about the adventures that tomorrow would bring. | 19

20: William’s Red Wagon William Weston lived on a quiet street in a small town named Green Leaf Village. William was almost five years old. His favorite thing to do each day was to take a walk around the block of his neighborhood. “Can I take Brownie for a walk around the block in my wagon?” William asked Mommy. Brownie was a stuffed bear that had lived with William since he was born and even slept with William every night. “I don’t know about a walk,” replied Mommy. “ Do you think you are old enough to go by yourself?” “Sure,” announced William. “I’m going to school pretty soon.” But Mommy or Daddy usually came along when William went for a walk. “Besides, I’m not going alone, Brownie is going, too,” answered William “ Well, O.K, just remember, don’t cross the street. Stay on the sidewalk, all the way,” agreed Mommy. William felt very grown up when Mother said he could go. “I’ll take my wagon and Brownie can ride in it.” Now, that red wagon went most everywhere William went. Mother listened as William pulled his wagon out of garage and started down the driveway. Round and round went the wheels. Squeak! Squeak! Down the street, greeting everyone they meet. “I forgot to ask Daddy to oil the wheels on that wagon,” Mother thought. “Well, at least I know where William is with all that squeaking.” | Brownie Bear | 20

21: Round and round went the wheels. Squeak! Squeak! Down the street, greeting everyone they meet. Mr. Myers could hear William coming. “Hi, Mr. Myers,” announced William when he saw him resting in the porch swing. “ Hi there, William,” answered Mr. Myers. “ Who’s that with you in the wagon?” “That’s Brownie,” said William. Mr. Myers was old like William’s, Grandpa Joe. “Don’t you think those wheels could use a good oiling?” asked Mr. Myers. “I guess so,” replied William. “But I kind of like the way it sings a song.” Squeak! Squeak! Down the street, greeting everyone they meet. “Really,” said Mr. Myers. “Have your Dad check it out anyway!” Squeak! Squeak! Down the street, greeting every one they meet, went William and Brownie. The next house was the Allen’s. No one was home there except a couple of bunnies that ran away, frightened by William’s squeaky wagon wheels. As William turned the corner, Peggy Johnson’s dog, Sparky started to bark at the sound of such a squeaky noise. Peggy was sitting at her sewing machine as William walked by. “Better have your dad oil those wheels. I think it must hurt that old dog’s ears,” laughed Mrs. Johnson. “O.K.,” answered William. | 21

22: Squeak! Squeak! Down the street, greeting everyone they meet. The next house was where Jill and Nan Brooks lived. They were about William’s age. The girls were outside swinging on their swings. “I like your singing wagon, William,” said Nan. “Thanks,” said William. “Me, too,” said Jill. Squeak! Squeak! Down the street, greeting everyone they meet. As William and Brownie turned the corner they saw Mrs. Andrews coming down the street with her baby buggy. She was taking little Donnie for a walk. Donnie was only five months old, but he liked the squeaky sound. “Hey there, William, sounds like you better get those wheels oiled soon,” remarked Mrs. Andrews. “O.K.,” said William. Squeak! Squeak! Down the street, greeting everyone they meet. As William turned the next corner, Mr. and Mrs. Ramsey were relaxing on their porch swing. The Ramsey’s were having a glass of lemonade and some fresh baked sugar cookies. “Come up here and get a cookie,” called Mrs. Ramsey. “O.K.,” answered William. “Thank you,” said William. “Can I take one for Brownie, too?” | 22

23: “Why, sure,” Mrs. Ramsey replied. Mr. Ramsey remarked, “How about getting your Dad to oil those wheels when he gets home today?” “O.K.,” said William. “ Goodbye, I’ll see later and thanks for the cookies.” Squeak! Squeak! Down the street, greeting everyone they meet, went William and Brownie. Rounding the corner, Mother heard William coming. “Did you have a good trip,” asked Mother. “Sure did. I even got a cookie for Brownie, and me from Mrs. Ramsey.” “Good, let’s remember to tell Daddy to oil those wheels when he gets home.” “O.K.,” answered William, as he rolled the squeaky, red wagon up the driveway and into the garage. “But, you know, Mother, I kind of like the way it sings a song, as we roll around. Isn’t that right, Brownie?” smiled little William Weston. | 23

24: Trucker Tommy Tucker For my Tommy Trucker “YUP, that’s my name, Tommy Tucker.” Most everyone knew Joe Tucker and his sidekick, Tommy. Tommy was Joe’s young, five year old son and he was ready to start school in the fall. Tommy had his first ride in a truck when he was just one month old. That ride was in his Dad’s bright red pickup truck. Tommy’s little legs kicked with happiness during their trip to the hardware store and back. When Tommy was about a year old, a small black and white puppy with a short, stubby tail, that wiggled most of the time, joined the family. They named the new puppy Jackie. From the very first day, Tommy and Jackie became the best of friends. Jackie even had a bed in Tommy’s room where he slept every night. Tommy’s Daddy was a truck driver. He had several trucks that his drivers operated. Joe Tucker had big trucks, middle-sized ones, and even a dump truck. All of Joe’s trucks were red in color. Each bright red truck had a name on its door: TUCKER TRUCKING FOR MILES OF SMILES CALL 555-2525 JOE TUCKER | 24

25: Tommy loved to ride with his dad whenever he could and Jackie was always welcome too. Joe Tucker could haul anything. Sometimes they moved huge machinery like caterpillar tractors, or big combines. Once Joe hauled a big crane that folded up. Another time he even pulled a house to a different town after workers put it up on wheels. Tommy and Jackie got to ride along that time because Daddy had to drive very, very slowly. Lots of people watched as the house moved down the road. It made Tommy so proud to be sitting up high in the truck. Everyone said, “Hi there, Trucker Tommy Tucker!” “YUP, THAT’S MY NAME, TRUCKER TOMMY TUCKER. ” Tommy had many toy trucks of his own and all of them were red, of course. He had grain trucks, middle-sized trucks, big trucks to haul his toy animals, and trucks to haul his combine and toy tractors on, all red, of course! Tommy also had a couple of pickup trucks. What color? Red! When Tommy couldn’t be with Daddy he would play in his sandbox most of the day, making fences out of twigs, and barns or sheds from pieces of wood that he found. Tommy loved to wear his favorite pants, bib overalls. Tommy liked them because they had lots of pockets. Tommy kept the pockets full of his favorite discoveries. In a back pocket, there was a red handkerchief, just like Daddy’s. In one of his front pockets, there were a couple of strings, just in case Tommy needed to tie some of his toys onto their trailers. In his other back pocket, there was a tin can with a lift-up lid. In that can, Tommy kept some really great finds. Here, he had two of the shiniest little ball bearings you’ve ever seen. Tommy found them on the floor of Daddy’s shop and Daddy said that he could keep them. Also in the can, were a penny that he found, a very pretty stone, and a blue and white marble. In the other front pocket, were a couple of toy cars, red ones! In the pocket on the very front of the bib, Tommy carried a little pencil and a couple of pieces of paper so that he could write things down just like daddy did, even though Tommy didn’t know how to write yet. | 25

26: Sometimes Tommy had a doggie treat for Jackie tucked away in one pocket and Jackie always knew it was in there because he could smell it. Jackie loved Tommy and followed him everywhere. Jackie laid quietly in the shade and watched Tommy playing in the sand. Now and then, Tommy stopped his play and sat down in the cool grass to give Jackie a hug and throw a stick for him to fetch, only to be thrown again and again. Tommy would drive his trucks and play in the sand until Mother called him for meals or bedtime. Tommy! Tommy! Jackie!” she called. “YUP, THAT’S MY NAME, TRUCKER TOMMY TUCKER!” “Put your toys in the wagon. You and Jackie come in now. It’s time for bed,” announced Mother. And so, Trucker Tommy Tucker lovingly piled each of his trucks, big and small alike, into his precious wagon. And what color do you suppose Tommy’s wagon was? Red, of course! | 26

27: Stop That Top Listen, listen, and hear that sound! Whirling, whirling, round and round, Whistling the prettiest sound. On a quiet night in a tiny town, lived a beautiful toy top that whirled round and round. It whistled and whistled the prettiest sound. No longer wanted, it was tossed in a box and put on the shelf in a dusty garage. “Guess I’ll just run away and find a new home. I’ll find someone who wants to play with me.” Down the street went the pretty top. Whirling, whirling, round and round, Whistling the prettiest sound. “Stop that top!” a man did shout as the top whished by. “Leave me alone! I want to find a new home,” said the top. “Stop that top!” shouted a woman on the corner. “It’s getting away.” “Leave me alone! I want to find a new home,” said the top as it sped by. Whirling, whirling, round and round, Whistling the prettiest sound. “Stop that top!” yelled a policeman. “No tops allowed in the street.” “Leave me alone! I want to find a new home,” yelled the top. | 27

28: There was a little boy playing in his front yard, next to the road. “Stop beautiful, little top!” called the boy. “Come and live at my house. I’ll play with you and care for you. Then you can whistle your pretty song just for me.” Listen, listen, and hear that sound! Why it’s a happy, little top! Whirling, whirling, round and round, Whistling the prettiest sound. | 28

29: Dancing Shoes For My Up-Down-In-Out and Round About Little Vicki Vicki Ann, or KeKe, is what she called herself when she was very, very small. With a glint in her big, blue eyes and a smile that melted hearts, she had convinced everyone in her family to call her KeKe, as well. KeKe did something else quite special when she was quite small; she loved to dance. KeKe danced everywhere she went, up-down-in-out and round-about. Up on her tippy toes she sang, I’m a little Tea Pot. KeKe even did little tapping dances in rhythm to her favorite TV shows. Oh my goodness! Those little, brown ponytails twirled around just as fast as her little feet, as she practiced ballet, arms raised high, leaping into the air. Up-down-in-out and round-about she would go. One day Mother said, “ We have some shopping to do today. You need a new pair of shoes for play, KeKe!” As they went from store to store, Mother and KeKe found several other items they needed. KeKe loved riding in the shopping cart as Mother purchased some new dishtowels that were on sale, two new shirts for daddy, and a birthday wallet for KeKe’s, Grandpa Joe. “We’ll put your picture in here before we wrap this up for Grandpa Joe’s birthday party tonight. Remember we are going over to see Grandpa and Grandma this evening,” said Mother. “Now for those shoes.” The shoe department was just ahead and Mother tried several different pairs on KeKe who really like the red and white sneakers. “But Look! Look!” KeKe spotted a beautiful pair of shiny, white patent leather shoes accented with a strap and topped off by little white bows. “These are real dancing shoes,” thought KeKe. “Mommy!! Mommy!! Look at these shoes! Can I have these? I could dance and dance in these! I could even do a dance for Grandpa’s party," begged KeKe. | 29

30: “But Sweetie, you NEED play shoes and these are dress up shoes,” replied Mother. “Maybe we should get both,” said KeKe. “Please!” Mother finally selected the red and white sneakers and put them in the basket. KeKe looked very sad and a tiny tear started to fall. And so, Mother tried the shiny dress shoes on KeKe. KeKe’s eyes danced for joy, she clapped her hands and did another little dance, up-down-in-out and round-about, right there in the store. “Remember, KeKe these are not play shoes,” said Mother. These are for dancing and for dress up times only, O.K?” “Yes, Yes, Yes!” squealed KeKe with delight. When Mother and KeKe got home, they put everything away, and wrapped Grandpa’s birthday gift. Then, KeKe put on her beautiful dancing shoes and practiced the new dance she had dreamed-up. 1-2-3 hop, hop; twirl 3 times; up-down-in-out and round-about she went, with her little ponytails and dancing feet just a-flying. When Daddy came home from work, KeKe did her dance for him. “I think that is one of the best dances you have ever done KeKe,” said Daddy. “I’ll bet Grandpa and Grandma will think so too.” At Grandpa’s party, KeKe performed her dance and everyone clapped enthusiastically for the tiny dancer. KeKe gave a little curtsy, smiling from ponytail to ponytail. While everyone was eating cake and ice cream, Mother and Daddy had the perfect surprise for KeKe. She was going to begin dancing lessons in just a few days. KeKe was so excited that she couldn’t even finish her cake and ice cream. | Up-Down-In-Out and Round About | 30

31: Oh My Goodness! Up-down-in-out and round-about, went her little, brown ponytails and pretty, white dancing shoes, just a-flying around the house. Yes, KeKe did take dancing lessons and she was the brightest star in the room. But best of all, were the pretty dancing shoes that KeKe got to wear. Those special dance shoes made KeKe’s, up-downs-in-outs and round-abouts delightfully easy for her happy, little feet. | 31

32: LUMPY BEAR The Carters were going to have a garage sale. Mother Carter asked Scott and Beth if they would like to get rid of some clothes, which they had out grown. Mother said they could keep the money from the sale of their things to use for whatever they wanted. Scott had his eye on a new baseball glove. Beth wanted a Barbie dressed in a wedding gown, and oh, that Barbie was beautiful! Scott and Beth were cleaning out everything; drawers, closets, used books, and even their toy chests. “I’ll bet I’ve got more stuff than you do,” said Scott. “I don’t think so,” replied Beth. “I need to get enough money for that new Barbie and maybe a couple of extra dresses for her.” “I’m going for that new baseball glove and I’ll get it, just you wait and see.” Out-grown jeans and shirts came flying out of Scott’s room. Beth had several pairs of jeans and tops that didn’t fit anymore and with that two more sweaters hit the pile. Scott added a pair of cowboy boots that were too small. “ I’m sure to get a good price for these,” he said. Next, came his books and toys. Scott included several toy cars and trucks. He added a set of toy guns that he put on when he wore his cowboy boots. Soon his cowboy hat was put into the ever-growing pile. Scott decided to keep his stuffed monkey and so, back on the shelf it went. Beth had several dolls that she didn’t play with anymore, but her favorite was Shree and she was set back in place on the dresser. Stuffed animals were added to Beth’s pile; a puppy, a fuzzy kitten, a green dinosaur, and a tired, old bear. Bear’s eye was missing, an ear was loose, and a footpad was hanging by just a thread. Bear really needed a bath. “He has to go for sure,” said Beth. Mother was busy getting rid of things the family didn’t need anymore including some blankets, pots and pans, coffee mugs, dishes, and lots of well-read books. On and on she went, marking a price on everything. The tables were getting full. | .75 | $1.25 | $2.00 | $7.50 | .30 | $9.25 | $3.50 | 32

33: “My goodness, children, I’m proud of the good work you have done. We will have a wonderful garage sale,” said Mom. Scott and Beth helped Mother for the next two days. There were several things which were put into the ‘free box’ to be given away because they weren’t much good anymore. Maybe someone would find a use for the worn-out things. “I’m going to put this old bear in the free box,” said Beth. “I don’t think anyone will pay money for him. He’s not much good anymore.” The day for the sale finally arrived. A little girl and her Mother were looking through the girl clothes. “Do you like this, Kitty,” asked her Mother, as she held up a pretty pink and white dress for her to see. “Oh Mom, that’s very pretty!” said Kitty. While mother was looking everything over, Kitty looked through the free box. She selected a couple of books, but what she really wanted was that old, scruffy bear. “Mom,” said Kitty. “Can I take this old bear home?” “Honey, you have so many toys, now, you don’t need any more.” “But he’s so lonely and maybe we can fix him up.” Kitty must have seen something in the old bear that no one else saw. “I guess can try to fix him up,” replied Kitty’s Mother. While Mother paid for the things she bought, Kitty was hugging the bear tightly. Old Bear’s head was hanging over Kitty’s shoulder, but, nevertheless, he looked happy. Could that be? Hmmm, I wonder. Let me tell you a secret; that old bear was going to be very happy and well loved, too! | Free to a Loving Home | 33

34: When Kitty and her Mother arrived home, out came the sewing box and the button box. Kitty selected two black buttons with a shiny, little jewel in the middle. "Can you give the bear two new eyes?" asked Kitty “I think so,” said Mother. “Do you know this old bear is very lumpy?” asked Kitty’s Mom. “I don’t care,” answered Kitty. “Know what mom?” she asked. “What?” her Mother answered. “I think Lumpy is a good name for this old, raggedy bear,” Kitty announced. After his repairs and a soapy bath, Lumpy sat happily on Kitty’s bed each day guarding the toys while she was away at school. And when Kitty was feeling sad or got a bad bump, Lumpy was always there to fix it. But, most of all, Lumpy eagerly waited for bedtime when he cuddled up all night with his best friend, Kitty. | Loveable Lumpy | 34

35: Tea Party with Daddy For My Little Lady, Susie Always the Lady Molly Sue Martin was almost 4 years old. She had a baby brother, Andrew. He was 11 months old. Andy was getting into everything that he could reach and he loved to follow his big sister Molly all around the house. Mommy said that was what all babies Andy’s age did. Every time Molly got her set of tea dishes out to have a tea party, little Andy was right there to run away with the cups. Molly had to chase him and Andy thought that was a lot of fun. “Mommy, will I ever get to have a tea party with my dolls and no Andy?” asked Molly “ Why don’t you plan on a tea party while Andy is taking his nap this afternoon,” said Mother. “Oh, Mommy, can I really?” said Molly. Daddy was home on this day. He called it, ‘his day off’. “Would you ask me to your tea party, Miss Molly?” asked Daddy. “Oh, yes, Daddy,” answered Molly, as she crawled up on Daddy’s lap and gave him a giant hug. “I think this is a perfect time for a tea party. What shall we have for our tea party, Daddy?” asked Molly, full of excitement. “Hey, my little Miss Molly! It’s your party.” As Molly and her mother washed the dishes for the party, they talked about what to serve. Molly didn’t drink tea, but apple juice looked like tea so that is what they would have. | 35

36: "Now what else," she asked. "Sugar cookies?" Mother had baked Molly and Andy's favorite cookies that morning, Big, Big sugar cookies. Cookies so big, they could hardly fit on the tea plates. “Yes, sugar cookies and apple juice!” decided Molly. “This will be a real party,” said Mother. After lunch was finished and the dishes were washed, Mother put little Andy down for his afternoon nap. Daddy and Molly went for a walk with Molly’s dog, Pepper. Pepper was a little black and white dog that loved these walks. “Let’s go to the dog park, first,” said Daddy. “Pepper wants to do some running.” Pepper could hardly wait to get to the dog park. He was jumping up and down to hurry Daddy and Molly along. Pepper loved to sniff and run. His actions made Daddy and Molly laugh. Next, it was time to stop in the park for some fun on the swings and a few glides down the slide. Daddy said, “I think we should get started for home. I’m looking forward to one or two of those cookies Mom baked this morning.” “Come on, Pepper. Let’s go eat cookies!” shouted Molly. Pepper jumped up and down when she heard the word, ‘cookies’. Molly hopped and skipped all the way home with her little blonde curls bouncing up and down. | 36

37: When Molly and Daddy got home, Andy was still asleep. Mother was ready too. "May I join you and Daddy for the tea party?" asked Mother. Molly set the little table with her tea dishes and put seven cookies on another plate, saving one for Pepper. Molly put the apple juice in her little teapot and added some pretty napkins to the table, as well. "Lunch is served," called Molly. Well, what do you know! Pepper heard that and he came running. Then, Daddy told Mother how happy Pepper was to play in the dog park. What a great time everyone had at the tea party, even though Daddy and Mother didn’t fit on the little chairs very well. Then as Daddy and Mother and Molly were almost finished, Daddy raised his cup and said, “Miss Molly, you are the very best hostess in town. Thank you for a wonderful time!” “I had a very nice time, too,” replied Mother. “Thank you,” said Molly, flashing Mother and Daddy the biggest smile she could find. | 37

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