All Mamas Need a Little Help Now and Then

Mrs. Green stepped outside into the dew covered grass early Saturday morning. With a basket in her hands, she headed over to the vegetable garden to pick cherry tomatoes. Bartholomew, the box turtle sat on a nearby stump. He seemed to be enjoying the hum of the crickets and waiting for the bright morning sunshine. Mrs. Green snapped off a round, bright red, juicy tomato, and placed it on the stump in front of him. Bartholomew wasted no time. He took a huge bite out of the side of the tomato. He seemed to smile at her, like a child up to some mischief, as the tomato burst open, squirting seeds out of the corners of his mouth.

Ampersand ran a happy lap around the perimeter of the lot. This was his custom every morning. He usually took off, full force out the door, and did not stop sprinting until he checked out every corner of the yard with his own eyes. Today he stopped short just before the stream. He stood very still for a moment and then began to back up a few steps. His eyes were fixed on something. Mrs. Green knew Ampersand had a good eye, and great instincts. She put down her basket, and without a word slowly walked across the grass and stood by his side. Ampersand stood like a statue.

It only took a moment for Mrs. Green to see what Ampersand was looking at. Just over the stream, in a bit of tall grass, lay a very small fawn. It was all curled up in a ball. Its eyes were open, but it did not stir. Ampersand backed up a few steps as if to tell Mrs. Green not to disturb the sweet baby’s morning nap.
fawn-597531__180Mrs. Green tiptoed into the house and tiptoed back out to the yard with her camera. She kept a respectful distance as she took a few pictures and quietly went inside. The tomato picking could wait. From her kitchen window, she could see where the tall grass lay flat. She watched and waited for the baby’s mama. Mrs. Green knew it was normal for a baby deer to be left while the mother went looking for food. She would keep a watchful eye out anyway. Mrs. Green knew; all mamas need a little help now and then.

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Back To School Breakfast

It was the last Saturday before school started. Mr. Green didn’t have to wake Mrs. Green in the morning. She seemed to have a permanent, internal clock set for 6 am. They climbed into Mrs. Green’s old Rolls Royce named Rosy, while the dew was still on the grass, and the morning air was still crisp.

When they got to the Double T Diner the waitress smiled at them. She was rushing around the dining room, but gave them a friendly nod. They settled into a corner booth. Mr. Green looked over the menu trying to decide between waffles and French toast. Mrs. Green did not even open her menu. This Saturday morning breakfast had been the same ever since she started teaching years ago. She would not break with tradition, even if she was retired.

The waitress quickly took Mr. Green’s order. She exchanged a knowing glance with Mrs. Green and said, “The usual?” Mrs. Green smiled and nodded her head.

Their breakfast came quickly. Mr. Green enjoyed his French toast with extra syrup and whipped cream, and Mrs. Green thoroughly enjoyed her gigantic, banana split! It was the best back to school breakfast anyone ever had!

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The Only Time Mr. Green Felt Like Being Loud

Mrs. Green looked forward to the county fair every year. Mr. Green looked forward to it as well, but for different reasons.

Every year they had the same plan. They walked down the long gravel road, past the tractors and  to the barns. They saw all the animals, the prize winning cows, the baby piglets, and the sheep. Then they circled around to the fresh lemonade stand, and the funnel cake trailer. Mr. Green spent the entire time with one eye on the Ferris wheel, and the other on the swings. Mr. Green loved the rides. Mrs. Green loved the people.

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Everyone was at the fair, and it seemed to Mr. Green that Mrs. Green knew everyone. Mr. Green was patient when Mrs. Green talked to someone she used to know. Mr. Green was patient when Mrs. Green talked to someone she wanted to know. Mr. Green was patient when Mrs. Green talked to someone she did know. Oh, it wasn’t that Mr. Green was not talkative, friendly, and social. Mr. Green just used up all of his words much faster than Mrs. Green did. He waited and he tried to join in on the conversations. He tried to be attentive. He tried to look interested. However, in the back of his mind, all Mr. Green could think about was the flashing lights, and the spinning rides.

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It happened the same way every year. About a half an hour before the fair closed Mrs. Green realized what time it was and rushed Mr. Green from ride to ride. Mr. Green loved this sudden rush of excitement and he loved to be loud on the rides. It was the only time Mr. Green felt like being loud, and he took advantage of it.

In those last few minutes before the fair closes down for the week, if you were to see two adults rushing from ride to ride, and if you were to hear two adults whooping, and hollering, in exhilaration, as they were spinning around, and around, and up, and down, you would know, without a doubt, you saw the Greens.

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What a Welcome!

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A big, bright, blue, full moon welcomed the Greens as they pulled into the driveway late at night. Sue brought Ampersand home earlier that evening so he would be there to greet them after their long trip. Their shadows followed them as they stepped out of the car and stretched their legs after the long drive. The moon light cast beautiful shadows over the yard and seemed bigger and bluer than the ocean they had left behind. It felt like they had brought a bit of the ocean home with them.

Mrs. Green did not linger long. She walked into the kitchen door. Ampersand was sleeping upstairs. She called him. He did not stir. She held the kitchen door open and called him again. He walked down the stairs slowly at first. Ampersand would not get too excited until he was sure it was her. Mrs. Green called him a third time. This time he knew it was her. Ampersand raced down the stairs like a bolt of lightening. He jumped right up into Mrs. Green’s arms. He licked her face and screeched in excitement. The noise he made was pure pleasure and happiness. Mrs. Green tried to hold him but he was too excited. She reassured him she had missed him just as much as he had missed her.

She ushered him into the brightly lit back yard. Oh how he ran in circles around her! Mr. Green stood back and watched the happy reunion. Mrs. Green threw the ball for Ampersand over and over. She let him run, bark, and jump up and down as much as he needed to. The Green’s laughed out loud at their happy dog.

When Ampersand finally realized he was not dreaming and he was all worn out, he jumped into Mrs. Green’s arms, tucked his nose into her elbow and fell fast asleep. Mr. Green unpacked the car and let the two sit and enjoy the reunion. No one welcomed you home like your dog.

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