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New Found Sprout

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New Found Sprout

In the days of the ancestors there lived a lad clothed in brush and leaves.
“Why?” people thought, “why this strange attire?”

He was a wise lad. He had learned directly from the elements on how to observe what is given to him as a keepsake: using the gifts well while caring for them as they led sustenance to his life. Whenever other lads, of course, saw him they would make fun of him by calling him a living tree.

The lad knew of the mysterious energy, teamed with knowledge, that all came to him through his clothing. This knowing he did not take lightly. He would smile at those who laughed at him, then make a wish that, soon, they would also come to know.
Though lads laughed at him, they also questioned themselves in secret. Perhaps they did not understand the reasoning behind his attire. They thought that he indeed blended in with his surroundings. They also wondered how he dressed inside his own home.

One day, a lad followed him home, peaked through an opening. He discovered that the interior of this home was carved out of a vast tree, extending upwards into the sky. It had no roof. The walls were part of the tree.
Inside his home, he wore a lighter sort of brush and leaves. The lad was peeking through thinking that this was the same as he did when he got to his own house. When he walked into his own home, he took off his coat and hat wearing his lighter weight clothing.

He went home realizing that the lad had a simple way of life. Eventually, he made friends with the nature lad. More and more, he liked going to his home in the tree. He felt different there, alive, happy and calm.
One day, he asked his new friend to help him out in choosing nature attire for himself. From then on he wore this outfit when he visited his friend in the tree house.

Then there were two lads. People who saw them laughed at their outlandish attire. The two lads smiled at them. They knew something that most people had not understood yet.
The lads were happy living in harmony with their environment.

One day more lads came to visit the two in the tree house. They asked the lads to teach them what they knew.

Soon after began the change in attitude and consciousness in this one little town. The small village grew and spread far and wide. The teachings remained the same and reached every corner of the land.
When the teachers left this land to join their Creator, the people slowly forgot the teachings. Eventually forgotten the attitude and consciousness could not be kept alive.

People began to cut the trees, built houses and furniture with the dead trees. Eventually, there were hardly any living trees available. Their breathing suffered from lack of oxygen.

One day a child found a book sticking out of the earth. It was the book written by the two lads, as they grew older and wise. Further in his reading, he questioned himself about the attire the book was mentioning. He read more and more of the teaching instructions. The child then went out to pick leafy branches and leaves and brought them back inside. Using the bush and leaves he made fitting attire for himself. Soon the bush and leaves withered and dried. He was sure he had not followed the teachings outlined in the book correctly. No matter how well he read the instructions, he never succeeded in having any attire that lasted.

Eventually, he realized that the attire was part of a whole way of life; without the other attributes and elements, it could not sustain alone.

By this time it was much too late even to follow the teachings of this book. There was no more living nature to sustain his breathing let alone his body.

The child understood the teachings. He also knew that the generation before him had not. The sadness was palpable to the four corners of the land.

The child reached out to the Heavens. Tears filled the rivers, the oceans, the streams and much of the Land. Life began to sprout in the darkest of lake paths and river beds.

The child walked along with his new found book. He spotted a fresh, gentle sprout. In that instant, he knew this sprout would provide him shelter in the very near future.

Hélène Vaillant©

New Land

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(This was a story I invented for my 4 year old grandson.  He loved it when I made up stories for him.  I decided to write it down for him to have for when he grows up). Today he is 15 (2016).  (To be continued) if ever I get to it…..

The New Land

Once upon a time, in the “Land of the Dinosaurs” there was a girl who lived in a tree.   She moved around by grabbing on to the vines and swinging from one tree to the other. Even though, some of the Dinosaurs were taller than the trees, she had never been spotted by any of them.

One day, this girl was able to get the attention of a baby Dinosaur. He found her quite amusing, totally different than his own family of Dinosaurs. They became good friends. The Dinosaur promised her that he would always protect her in the “Land of the Dinosaurs”.

One day the baby Dinosaur gave the girl a ride on his back. It was very exciting for her since she had never been anywhere other than hiding up in the trees. They went all the way to the edge of a cliff, which apparently, was what the Dinosaurs claimed to be the end of the “Land of the Dinosaurs”.

She was amazed to see that more land existed way beyond what she had ever seen. She wondered if there were other Dinosaurs living there.

Many years later, when the Dinosaur had fully grown to adulthood, he spotted some strange creatures on his own Land. Hidden from view in her tree, the girl became aware of them too.  She felt excitement at seeing these little people walking below the trees. She noticed they looked very much like her. The only difference seemed to be in the color of their skin, theirs was light color and hers was dark.

Suddenly, out of nowhere, came several huge Dinosaurs snatching up the little creatures, opening their big mouths to eat them. The girl immediately ran to find her friend. She pleaded with him to tell his family to stop eating the little creatures.  Her friend disappointed her when he said that the little those were little people like her.  Apparently they were an enemy to his family.  They had to be destroyed.

The girl felt sad and confused.  She wondered how her friend could protect her from being spotted by Dinosaurs and not eaten too. It was the first time her friend Dinosaur had seen this enemy. He realized they looked exactly the same as his friend.  The promise to protect her haunted him.  The Dinosaur suggested he would bring his friend beyond the cliff to the land of these little people where she would be safe in their part of the land.

With a sad heart at leaving her friend she did get onto his back. They went slowly toward the cliff. Once there they took a long time to say goodbye to each other.  Then the Dinosaur leaped down into the little people’s land bringing his friend to a meadow, next to a running brook.  There they saw a few huts set up around a burning pit. The Dinosaur waited until his friend had climbed up a large tree before returning to the “Land of the Dinosaurs”.

In this tree the girl was well hidden. It was a safe spot to watch and observe the little people. This would be her new home.  She spent several days observing the people below.

One day, other strangers approached the huts.  Alarmed at this intrusion, the little people all started fighting and killing each other. She saw them killing other little people and stealing their food.  The girl was frightened then of being discovered and also killed.  She felt desperate realizing that this land was not any safer than the “Land of the Dinosaur”.  From then on she never adventured far from the top of her tree, always making sure she was well hidden and safe.

She was lonely and missed her friend the Dinosaur.  One day she travelled from branch to branch, from one tree to another, until she reached the bottom of the cliff.  Gazing up at the cliff she wished she could get up there and go see her friend.   Just then she spotted the head of a Dinosaur looking down the cliff. To her joyful surprise it was her friend!

The Dinosaur recognized his friend and immediately leaped down to greet her. In one swift movement he put her up on his back.  Both of them shared and talked about how sad they were at the way their own people were behaving.  They feared for their own lives should they be found to be friends.

They decided to leave together, to go beyond the lands that they had known, to go as far as they could, where they would be safe and always could be together.

After many days of travel they came upon a vast land with no Dinosaurs or little people there at all.  They saw rabbits munching on greens, deer prancing about, and fish jumping in a stream.  They decided this would be their new home.   They lived there together for many years.

(To be continued) if ever I get to it…..

Hélène Vaillant ©Stories for Children

Melting Snowman

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Melting Snowman

The snowman wanted to get on the trolley to meet Mary who was expecting him at the stoplight of Mosey and Carrie.

As soon as he got on that trolley, he realized that he was no longer shivering.  It had been a cold winter and the trolley ride was a warm welcome for a change.   When he walked to his seat everyone started sneezing and coughing until they blew his head off.  His head started rolling down the aisle before someone stopped it with their cane.

The conductor brought his trolley to a stop and rushed to see what had happened to the head. He took it in his hands but the cold white ball, with a carrot in its nose, was starting to run ice cold water down his sleeve making a mess of his shoes.

The Snowman was wondering why he could not see or hear anything. He started screaming but nothing could be heard. He stroked his body all over to see if he was all right. He tried to touch where his head ought to be. There was nothing there. He scared himself, resumed screaming but he could not hear any sound.

His feet were disappearing. He sensed it because he could no longer stand without leaning on a railing. He thought he had better sit down but he could not feel the seat under him. He pressed his hands to where his butt was supposed to be. It was no longer there.

By this time, the conductor went back to driving the trolley and the snowman had completely melted down leaving a huge puddle on the seat.  He had become completely invisible.

For a trolley ride in this town you usually paid as you disembarked rather than as you got on.  The snowman thought that he had done well in saving himself a fare since he did not seem to exist anymore.  He was worried, wondering
if Mary will know that he is there when the trolley  comes to the stoplight at the corner of Mosey and Carrie.

Hélène Vaillant ©Stories for Children

Daily Prompt: Shiver

Six Sentence Stories: The Boy

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6 sentence stories: Prompt – Suspect

The Boy

The little rascal down the street is my suspect since this kid always plucks at my raspberries, leaving the bushes stepped on, broken in parts and he is exasperating my patience so I do need to boot him out next time.

The other day he was caught sneaking up in the garage of the next door neighbour rummaging through the boxes of old toys left there through the years and, although he did not take anything, he played with some of the toys right there in the garage until the neighbour finally told him to leave.

Another neighbour reported to me that he is very sneaky, he lifts vegetables from their garden and he tried to pull out one of the rabbits from its pen the other day but he was caught just in time and that upon seeing her he ran off looking scared.

Surely someone must report him to his negligent parents who don’t seem to give him any supervision whatsoever, to the point that I have never seen either one of them coming or going from that derelict house with crooked shutters and broken window panes, a house that is a terrible eyesore in our well manicured neighbourhood.

I send my husband to complain to the parents only to see him quickly come back to tell me that the boy lives alone because his parents have been killed in a car accident last fall, that he has no relatives, that the boy feeds himself by picking in the neighbourhood gardens and that he invited the boy to dinner and he was on his way to call a social worker to come meet the boy at our house at that time.

The boy ate his dinner with such appetite looking up at us between bites and smiling at the social worker throughout the whole meal, eating nonstop until there were no crumbs left whatsoever after finishing off his second desert and shortly thereafter the boy left with the social worker looking very pleased, smiling ear to ear so we could see his joy in being taken care of.

Hélène Vaillant©/Stories for Children

Little Duck “Talking to himself”

 

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PS:My short Stories for Children were written for my grandson when he was just a toddler.  They are short and in a language he understood at his tender age of 2 and 3.

Little Duck
“Talking to himself”

“The wild boys have surely gone into hiding
They haven’t showed
us their noses all day
Already!

Oh where could they be?
Perhaps up in a tree
Overseeing where they can prance
Right on little ducks like me.

It won’t be me. That’s right surely not me.
I am just a little duck below that tree
They think I do not see them
While they size me up to fit in their Pen.

I am a duck and they best know that stuff
Won’t be easy to chase after me
I’ll jump in the water
Then we will see who will stay afloat
And who will surely sink into the muck.”

Quack, Quack goes the Duck
Trailing along in sheer silence of tranquility
While nobody is there watching him.
Hélène Vaillant ©Children’s Stories

 

 

Paul and George

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Paul and George

Paul was riding his four-wheeler with George standing on his back ramp. Even though George was tiny and didn’t weigh more than forty-some pounds, Paul had his tongue out and his legs going like a windmill on a blustery day.

They both ended up in the sandbox, Paul face down in the sand with the bicycle and George on top of him. Paul had sand in his nostrils and began to sneeze. That was enough for George to get off Paul and up on his feet.

A bit shaky and stunned from this abrupt end to their ride, they both simultaneously looked at each other, asking with their eyes, “What shall we do now?”

Paul had a mischievous look in his eyes. Without a word, he started walking towards the garage. With George right there on his heels, Paul opened the squeaky garage door, peeked inside and gave George the ok nod to step right in.

Paul knew exactly where he was going. He removed a blanket that was covering a big old chest, went to fetch the key in the shoe by the lawnmower and opened the chest.

George’s eyes were bulging by now. He had no clue as to what was in the chest.

Without any warning, a huge jack-in-the-box sprang up from inside smacking George right on the nose. He backed off letting out a yell that you could hear all the way down the front of the house and right into the street.

Paul explained that when his grandfather had been a little boy this had been his favorite toy. He told George that he no longer could see his grandfather because he had gone to Heaven. Every now and then, when he thought about his grandfather, he came into the garage to play with the jack-in-the-box and that brought his grandfather closer to him.

On this day, the good old jack-in-the-box had given them both the warmth of friendship.

Hélène Vaillant © Stories for Children

Little Fairy

Once upon a time I dreamt I was a Fairy. Life was full of sparkles and charm. Nothing lacked in my world. My wishes would manifest instantly.

In my dream I met some interesting little friends. Some were furry and all white. Those were the ones I played with most often. My dream seemed to last forever.

I grew up and learned how to harness sparkling energy from the atmosphere.My furry friends were always intrigued when I demonstrated this skill.While I dreamt, I knew I was dreaming. I wished it would last a very long, long time. Too soon I heard the sound of a car horn. Then I knew my dream was gone.

I spent the day thinking of the fairy land of my dream. Are dreams real I asked myself? Could it be that I had actually lived through the dream and been a Fairy for a short time? To suit myself I concluded that dreams were real.

If I wanted to be a Fairy I could very well be one right now, at this very moment.
I could actually be whatever I wanted to be right now.

Hélène Vaillant ©  Stories for Children