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letter Fourteen to my Muffin
Hello, Muffin!
I know you know I didn't forget about you, even though I am writing this rather late. I have a deadline tomorrow, but more important, I have a story for you :)
Once upon a time, there was a little monkey named Marvin, who liked nothing better than to visit his Grammy. She made banana muffins for him (with nuts! his favorite!) and served them with ice-cold banana-ade. His Grammy never scolded him for putting his feet on the furniture or for teasing the cat with his little monkey tail; she put a band-aid on the boo-boo when he learned he shouldn't be teasing the cat with his tail, never saying a word, just drying his monkey tears and kissing his tail where the boo-boo was.
One day he swung through the trees on the way to his Grammy's house. It was a Special Day, a Monkey Mama Appreciation Day, and our little monkey friend had spent the morning with his monkey mama, bringing her banana tea and banana scones for breakfast (without nuts, of course) and helping her by taking out the trash.
"You're such a good monkey boy," his mama smiled, and patted his little monkey head. "I know Grammy would really like to see you today, it's a Special Day. Take this basket of banana cookies to her, and give her my love," and our monkey friend skipped away to do just that.
When he dropped from the burblegummed tree in front of his Grammy's house, he was amazed to see his Grammy outside, chopping at the grass that had grown almost shoulder high! She was sweaty and out of breath, using a giant pair of scissors to cut the grass down.
"What happened, Grammy?" he cried, and ran to her, his basket of banana cookies forgotten at the bottom of the tree. "Let me, let me, these are too big for you," and he took the scissors away from her, lest she pass out or poke herself in the eye.
"Oh, there you are!" Grammy stood up straight, and said, "Oh my goodness, it's so hot, and there's so much grass! After the rain yesterday, it just started growing and growing -- why, I think it grew all night long, and look how tall it is! You can hardly see my door!" And Grammy looked quite vexed, because she was very fond of her pink door. "I think I need to sit down and think about this."
Marvin used the giant scissors to cut a path to the porch, and while Grammy sat and thinked, he went inside for a cold glass of banana-ade. Actually, he went inside for TWO glasses, because he was thirsty, too.
Marvin and Grammy sat on the porch, contemplated the tall grass, and sipped their banana-ade out of banana-shaped glasses. "I'm not sure what to do, Marvin," Grammy sighed. "It doesn't happen often, but when there's a Magic Rain like that, the grass grows so fast it's hard to keep up with it."
Nodding and sipping, Marvin swallowed and said, "The last time, your house looked like a hill, Grammy. It was hard to find you."
"Yes, and the most annoying people would knock on my lovely pink door, the only spot I could keep clear, and ask me if I had a needle." Grammy wrinkled her nose. "That's when I bought the scissors, but they're not working out. I just don't know what to do."
Marvin jumped out of his chair, hopping into Grammy's lap and almost spilling her banana-ade. "Oh! Oh! I have an idea!"
Grammy hugged him close, smiling. "Tell me, darling boy."
to be continued....
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I know you know I didn't forget about you, even though I am writing this rather late. I have a deadline tomorrow, but more important, I have a story for you :)
Once upon a time, there was a little monkey named Marvin, who liked nothing better than to visit his Grammy. She made banana muffins for him (with nuts! his favorite!) and served them with ice-cold banana-ade. His Grammy never scolded him for putting his feet on the furniture or for teasing the cat with his little monkey tail; she put a band-aid on the boo-boo when he learned he shouldn't be teasing the cat with his tail, never saying a word, just drying his monkey tears and kissing his tail where the boo-boo was.
One day he swung through the trees on the way to his Grammy's house. It was a Special Day, a Monkey Mama Appreciation Day, and our little monkey friend had spent the morning with his monkey mama, bringing her banana tea and banana scones for breakfast (without nuts, of course) and helping her by taking out the trash.
"You're such a good monkey boy," his mama smiled, and patted his little monkey head. "I know Grammy would really like to see you today, it's a Special Day. Take this basket of banana cookies to her, and give her my love," and our monkey friend skipped away to do just that.
When he dropped from the burblegummed tree in front of his Grammy's house, he was amazed to see his Grammy outside, chopping at the grass that had grown almost shoulder high! She was sweaty and out of breath, using a giant pair of scissors to cut the grass down.
"What happened, Grammy?" he cried, and ran to her, his basket of banana cookies forgotten at the bottom of the tree. "Let me, let me, these are too big for you," and he took the scissors away from her, lest she pass out or poke herself in the eye.
"Oh, there you are!" Grammy stood up straight, and said, "Oh my goodness, it's so hot, and there's so much grass! After the rain yesterday, it just started growing and growing -- why, I think it grew all night long, and look how tall it is! You can hardly see my door!" And Grammy looked quite vexed, because she was very fond of her pink door. "I think I need to sit down and think about this."
Marvin used the giant scissors to cut a path to the porch, and while Grammy sat and thinked, he went inside for a cold glass of banana-ade. Actually, he went inside for TWO glasses, because he was thirsty, too.
Marvin and Grammy sat on the porch, contemplated the tall grass, and sipped their banana-ade out of banana-shaped glasses. "I'm not sure what to do, Marvin," Grammy sighed. "It doesn't happen often, but when there's a Magic Rain like that, the grass grows so fast it's hard to keep up with it."
Nodding and sipping, Marvin swallowed and said, "The last time, your house looked like a hill, Grammy. It was hard to find you."
"Yes, and the most annoying people would knock on my lovely pink door, the only spot I could keep clear, and ask me if I had a needle." Grammy wrinkled her nose. "That's when I bought the scissors, but they're not working out. I just don't know what to do."
Marvin jumped out of his chair, hopping into Grammy's lap and almost spilling her banana-ade. "Oh! Oh! I have an idea!"
Grammy hugged him close, smiling. "Tell me, darling boy."
to be continued....
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