They all met at a Thanksgiving feast a few years back.
Everyone had been invited. The squirrels, birds and groundhogs.
Each brought their favorite treat. There was loud chatter as neighbors got to know each other and the babies played together all day long.
Three different personalities clicked. Fancy rabbit was unusual to others. He dressed in the finest clothes. After meals he puffed on a cigar the size of a large carrot. Foxy fox was the most clever of all, or so he thought. The others thought with his smarts he could teach them new ways of getting food much quicker. Roxy raccoon was a little chubby and always seemed to have lots of food. He was sneaky too and never got caught when he was rummaging through human’s trash cans.
So the three hooked up and remained friends from then on. Anywhere you saw one you couldn’t help but notice the other two. Each of them took a lot of pride in themselves. They frolicked through the woods and people’s yards.
From each other they learned to steal food not only from trash cans but to hide behind bushes and sneak in through open windows. Roxy raccoon taught his two friends how to use the tree as a jumping pad and hop onto roofs. He showed them how to eat holes in the roofs and lower themselves down into the food area, but his buddies were too afraid to try the climb. That seemed pretty high to them.
They each helped the other when needed. One time Fancy rabbit’s home had been invaded by water. Flooding was taking a way all his pride possessions. Foxy fox dug a tunnel for him and this allowed the water to drain faster. Roxy raccoon found bits of plastic and this was used to cover up all of Fancy rabbit’s furniture.
Now this is what true friendship is all about. Helping others, not caring what background each other had. They had picnics and laid under the breezy branches at nights. Each was on guard for the other at all times.
When babies were sick they each took turns watching over them while the others hunted for food. When it came time to teach the young to hunt, they all gave their advice and in no time excellent hunters were bring back fine kill.
Fancy rabbit’s had four kids. Foxy fox had two kids and Roxy raccoon had not been able to have a family. Roxy raccoon was really bothered by the fact that there was no one to teach to hunt and to watch grow up. He started to stay in the background when there were gatherings. He became more into himself and didn’t talk as much.
His friends took notice of this and tried to find the truth, but Roxy wasn’t opening up. Roxy became so restless that he wasn’t sleeping well. He found himself over at Foxy’s grandkids home just watching them play. He watched Foxy teaching them grown-up games. He heard the laughter and could sense the closeness between the kids.
One evening when he was extra restless he quietly went over to the house he always watched. It was quiet. Everyone was sleeping. He crept up closer to the house. He used his tricks and jumped on the roof, chewing a big enough hole to slide down the inside of the house.
He made his way to the kids bedrooms. He went from room to room and would sit in the doorway just staring. Watching them sleep, listening to the snores. Roxy got to the place a routine was formed. Night after night he made his way over to the house.
But this one night when he landed on the floor he was standing right in front of Foxy fox. With anger in his eyes and teeth showing, arms crossed he immediately asked Roxy raccoon why and what was he doing there.
Roxy raccoon was too afraid to tell the truth. They both turned around when they heard a patter at the door. Foxy fox went and opened it and let Fancy rabbit in. Now here were all three best friends standing on guard of each other.
Each waiting to be attacked. Each instinct was in full force. Again Foxy fox asked Roxy raccoon why he was there.
Roxy raccoon hung his head down low and pretending he was brushing something off of his paw said, ” Nothing. Just nothing. I wasn’t doing nothing wrong.”
” Now come on Roxy, you know me. You wouldn’t be coming over here during the night, breaking into my roof, destroying it by chewing a hole in it and then staring in at my kids while they sleep.”
Roxy raccoon turned to walk a way and Fancy rabbit hopped over to the door and blocked it so Roxy could not leave. ” Look here Roxy. We are your friends. We do everything together. What ever is wrong you need to tell us. Let us help you. Haven’t we been friends long enough that you can trust us?” asked Fancy rabbit.
Roxy raccoon covered his striped eyes with his paws and started to weep. ” I, I , I am so lonely. I just want a family too. I want to be like you and show my kids how to find food, and chase animals.”
When the other two heard his story they walked over to him and they put their arms around their friend and patted his head trying to make him feel better. ” Well Roxy raccoon, I can sure understand what you are saying. I guess I would feel the same way if I didn’t have my own family. But that’s no reason to sneak in here and scare the hair off our backs is it?”
Fancy rabbit shook his head and Roxy raccoon looked down at the floor. Foxy fox tapped his chin while thinking of how they could help their friend feel better. He paced the floor back and forth thinking. Pretty soon the other two followed him and they were pacing and thinking.
Suddenly Foxy fox stopped. The other two bumped into him knocking him down. Foxy fox picked himself up and brushed grass off his clothes. Soon all three were laughing. ” I tell you what. I think I have an idea. What if you took care of our grandkids. You know the parents have a lot of work to do. We each here have been taking turns keeping an eye on them, but I got things to do myself and I am sure Fancy rabbit has some work waiting for him. So why don’t you become the grandpa of all the grandbabies?”
They each looked at the other. Foxy fox and Fancy rabbit nodded at each other in agreement on this idea. Roxy raccoon dried his tears and looked into each of his friends eyes and then smiled real big. ” I like that idea. I like it real well.”
From that day on Roxy raccoon grandpa took over when everyone was busy. He played games with them. They went swimming and found new hunting grounds. Each night when he went to bed he was worn out and he never was restless again. The End
Moral of the Story; We all need to feel we belong, just like the creatures of the world. Showing love and friendship is the best gift you can give. When you are shopping for gifts this year at Christmas, and you are complaining of the extreme prices, always remember : friendship is the best gift you can give and it is always free and I am pretty sure it will be welcomed. Terry Shepherd
A comment was made to me today and I started thinking about it. Maybe more than I should have. But sometimes I am just in the right train of thought, the mood is perfect and I will dig deep. And so this is what happened on this very nice day.
Do you ever run into situations that make you feel uncomfortable?
I should say right here that I am in no way pointing fingers. You can all relax and take a deep breath, put your smile back on and hopefully enjoy this post. No, what I am talking about is the phrase, out of sight, out of mind.
In the way it was used when speaking with me was one that I didn’t see sticking out at me at first. I had to think about it, tear it apart, take into consideration who said it and then solve the sentence.
For me it was used as a protector. It was said to not have to stop and think about reality. The real situation that is going on in life. A way of protecting the heart. Pretending something isn’t really happening can be a way of saving a person from being depressed.
So I wondered if this is what other people do. Do I, we, you turn our backs when we see the less than desirable body walking down the street? Do any of us turn our heads if we see someone with a different color walking towards us?
What about kids in public that are crying, do we look or turn a way? Do we hear our friends really speaking when they are trying so hard to tell us they are being beaten at home? What about the teen girl who was raped last night. She feels so ashamed and yet she tries so hard to not come out and actually tell what happened, but she needs to say something. She is hoping you will pick up on her actions or words or hints.
Maybe it is the neighbor kid who used to be so friendly and now you never see him outside shooting baskets. Does it ever make you wonder if something odd or wrong is going on within that house?
What about the A student who suddenly within the same year drops down to D’s and F’s. Or maybe that little child that backs off when you try to talk to her, or covers his head when you approach. Is everything alright? Has he/she been hit or beaten.
We all know and realize that this is a very big world we live in. Inside the marble is thousands of different homes with different life-styles. Different rules than ours. Different everything and yet we have one thing in common at the very least. We are all human. We react to good and bad news on all sorts of ways. So after dissecting the comment I am alright with it. I can’t say I wish things were not different, but I understand.
How do you handle situations that make you feel uncomfortable?
1. Head on?
2. Walk a way?
3. Out of sight, out of mind?
4. Ask for help of others?
Sad Yet OK
I was saddened and yet a little ok with the news that the new lady quit already. She was here one…
I was saddened and yet a little ok with the news that the new lady quit already. She was here one week, but I didn’t really get any break. She wasn’t strong enough to even help roll Al over. I did everything for Al. She just fed him. So you can see my disappointment in having no help and yet what help? So back to the drawing board.
I got my four hours today so I bought groceries and went to the antique store. I am having issues with still learning my camera so the photos are not perfect, so please bear with me. I bought Al a vintage truck. I found me a baby doll, a couple of Christmas old ornaments, and an old salt and pepper shaker set in piggies. Here they are.
Maybe, I know for me I have one vision that I dream about and one that just pops into my head when ever it feels like. One of them I know it is very possible that I saw this area in my year in Germany. The other vision I am not sure if I lived it or I wished it.
The one I think about often only comes to me in my dreams. A red-circle, brick walking path. I always see the same dream each time. A cement round bench with a big shade tree in the middle.
I always vision Germans walking and riding their bikes. Sunny days with my first-born in her over-sized carriage sitting on the bench smiling and enjoying my view. I don’t actually remember this place in my waking hours. I don’t ever remember being a way from my husband long enough to have that much time to myself.
I can remember taking her for many walks, strolling the store fronts, a time of peace and happy times. Oh don’t get me wrong, I loved my husband very much. He was in the military and in the warm months I took her on many walks; but being by myself and not doing for others was always a joy I cherished.
The other vision I have but, usually in my waking hours is the little white house with the picket fence. It looks pretty much like this photo I borrowed from the internet.
I can’t imagine I ever got to live in something this nice and adorable with the kind of life I had as a very young child. I have a sneaky feeling that the child in me wishes that I had lived that simple life.
My parents were young when I was born. Being young doesn’t make a good mix for remaining married and this was my case. Parental kidnapping and divorce, fights and too much of the bottle makes me believe that house never existed.
I don’t sit and ponder on this, but just like today I was sitting here eating my breakfast. Prior to that I was feeding Al and changing his bedding, bathing him and brushing my teeth. I can remember thinking I wish I could eat my breakfast too.
When I made my breakfast and was sitting here at the computer with Hallmark Christmas movies on, and eating my eggs and toast, the little white house appeared in my mind once again.
I decided I needed to figure out what it was that brought that image back again and again. Now that I look back at my words I have some fuzzy ideas. It must have something to do with that vision of Germany. A mixture of a happy childhood, comfort of a home with happy faces all around. It makes sense.
But accepting what happened as a child and letting the visions drop seems to be another issue. I realize also that when I face these visions I find myself with tears of sadness. I guess for what once never was, and hoping it did exist.
I didn’t ask to be born or taken from my home. The only time I got to decide and make choices for me alone was when I moved out from the family home. When we are young we see so many scenes in different views.
When we get older we get to go back. With age and habitual living we sometimes have regrets. For me I have regrets of a life I had no choices to make. I do see the positive though in my past life.
I worked much harder at letting my children see that I loved them. Telling them how I feel about them is high on my priority list. Spending time on the phone or in person is so important to me.
So I think in the end, a little tidbit of more information is these thoughts, visions and dreams come when I am feeling the most alone.
Alright, now that I have figured a little more of me out, what do I do with this new information? I don’t know yet.