One wants to wander away from the world’s some-wheres..
....................into our own nowhere.”

Friday, September 4, 2009

The Rascal













Mozes and Tea Rat were beginning to tire as we trudged toward the bridge. The wooden planks creaked under our feet as we began to cross.
“Oh lets stop a moment,” Mozes begged. “My feet are beginning to hurt.”
“We will stop beyond the bridge,” Tea Rat assured him, smiling.
Mozes reluctantly complied.
I walked on confidently, and Mozes followed.
Just then a paw shot from below the bridge and pulled Mozes down into the creek below.
“Mozesssssssssss!” I called, but it was too late. I saw a raccoon dashing across the meadow with an unconscious Mozes thrown over its back….

4 comments:

Castles Crowns and Cottages said...

OH Dear! I was in teacher meetings all day and just got home and this is what I find! My dear, beloved friends are in a pickle again, and our big, strong hero Mozes is down....Oh dear Tea Rat, can we trust this masked fellow, the Racoon? O.K. Tea Rat, you must think quickly.....Anita

sara said...

nowhere is a beautiful place:)
xoxo,
sara

Jacqueline said...

This is a muddling mess...what in the world are we to do? That racoon is such a goon! I anticipate his smurks and naughty ways will catch up to him one day! We must dust off the mess and come up with a plan!
I suggest a meeting at the midnight hour...

The Dutchess said...

O dear...I am trying to post a comment,but my internet is driving me crazy today..well I'm in now and before I,m out again I want to say this...I LOVED THIS POST...What a great creature...Mozes will be so surprised..I don't think he knows what hit him..