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From Magic City Morning Star M Stevens-David
Wiskers was bored, very, very bored. He couldn't think of anything he wanted to do. He lay on the braided rug in the living room and thought and thought but he couldn't think of anything to do at all. He rolled over on the rug so that a ray of sunshine streaming through the window beamed down on his soft tummy and oh, did that feel good! He lay there for a while and then even the sunshine became boring. He rolled over and began licking his paws and he preceded until he'd given himself a lovely bath and then even that became boring. Wiskers stood up and gave himself a nice stretch and then he sat down again. "What can I do?" He asked himself again for the hundredth time. "I'm bored! Bored! Bored! "I could go out and chase that big, black spider around on the porch," he thought. But no, that was boring! "I could go upset the basket of yarn in the living room," That always caused a lot of excitement! But today even that was boring. "I could go out and chase the dog's tail," he thought. On and on it went and he really couldn't think of anything he really wanted to do. Just when Wiskers had gotten so very tired of thinking, he heard a sound coming through the open living room window. It was the most beautiful sound Wiskers had ever heard! He ran into the living room and jumped up on the windowsill and looked all around. He craned his neck until he was nearly turned upside down. Then, he saw where the lovely sound was coming from. It was coming from a little yellow bird that was perched in the very tippety top of the large oak tree. The little bird held tightly onto the swaying branch with her little brown feet and she lifted her head to sing a song to the clear, blue sky above. Wiskers was astounded! "Now," he thought to himself. "How very wonderful it would be if I could sing like that! Why, if I could sing like that, I would never, ever be bored!" So, Wiskers lifted his head and sang with all his heart but the sound that came out didn't sound lovely like the little yellow bird at all. It was terrible! It was so terrible that the little yellow bird nearly fell off the branch when she heard the horrible noise. The sound gave him an awful headache and a terrific ringing in his ears. The little yellow bird looked down at Wiskers for a moment and then she flew away. Wiskers shook his head to clear it of the terrible sound and he nearly fell off the windowsill. He watched as the little yellow bird swiftly disappeared. "That's it!" Wiskers thought excitedly. "If I can't sing, then maybe I can fly! If that little yellow bird can fly away like that, why, maybe I can too!" Suddenly, Wiskers wasn't bored anymore. Wiskers jumped through the open window and scampered across the lush, green grass and up the tall Oak tree. Up, up, he climbed. Climbing the tree was quite a bit harder than he thought it would be and he had to stop and rest quite a few times before he reached the very tippity top where the little yellow bird had been sitting. Wiskers was a lot heavier than the little yellow bird and this created a problem that Wiskers hadn't thought about. The wind, which had seemed like a very gentle breeze when Wiskers was sitting on the windowsill in the house, now blew much stronger. Wiskers felt his fur ruffle as the wind blew him to and fro in the tree top. Wiskers held on for dear life and he was afraid to look down because he was getting dizzy from all to toing and froing. Besides that, his tummy was also making moves that did not feel very good. Now Wiskers was not bored; he was not bored at all! Finally, Wiskers gathered his courage, opened his big brown eyes and looked around. He looked down at the green grass far, far below. "Well, I can do it!" he said to himself. "I know how that little yellow bird flew away. I'll just flap my arms real hard and I'll fly away just like she did!" Wiskers let go of the small branch and he flapped his arms as fast as he could, but he couldn't fly. He tried again but try as he might, he couldn't fly. "Oh me, oh my!" Groaned Wiskers to himself. "I'm in a fine fix now. I can't sing, I can't fly and I don't know how to get down out of this tree! What ever am I going to do now?" He thought. Wiskers tried to turn around so that he could run head long down the tree trunk but he was so high up that looking down made him dizzy. He clung more tightly to the small branch and thought and thought about how he was going to get out of this terrible situation. He clung there, going back and forth in the tree top, thinking what a fool he'd been. Then a thought came to him. "If I can just back down very slowly and carefully, then perhaps I can get down all by myself." He thought. Ever so carefully and ever so slowly, Wiskers turned around and inch by inch, he worked himself down the tree trunk until he finally reached the ground. Wiskers threw himself down on the soft, green grass and rolled over and over. He lay there for a long while, thinking how very happy he was to be out of that tree! Then he noticed that he was very, very hungry. Wiskers jumped up and ran to the house. He pushed open the kitchen door with his nose and ambled over to the bowl of food that was waiting for him on the kitchen floor. He looked around the nice, sunny kitchen and resolved to never, ever, be bored again! Martha Stevens-David Martha Stevens-David Column Magic City Email: lmdmsd@megalink.net Childrens Stories include:
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