tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24057241346735548602024-02-02T16:27:50.872+01:00*Let the Magic begin..The Dutchesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03417068949346419906noreply@blogger.comBlogger451125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2405724134673554860.post-14216470369788403392018-12-24T19:01:00.000+01:002018-12-24T19:08:05.402+01:00The past and the PRESENT...<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
-There are Christmases and there are Christmases..but this one I am sure is going to stay in our heart and memory for ever...!-<br />
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That's what our Dutchess said to her beloved friends when they gathered and sat with her at the kitchen table together eating a lovely Christmas pudding..<br />
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-And how is that...asked Horatio Hog...because I can't help noticing that there are NO presents under the tree..<br />
-Typical..mumbled Sir Mole...typical..!<br />
- Just saying..defended Horatio himself..You know I am not the material kind of guy...<br />
-Well....said Gustave..as he wiped his frog face with a napkin..well...there IS something IN the tree..This morning, when <i>I </i>was hanging my imaginary cookies on the branches I noticed an envelope...in a bird-nest..!<br />
-You did...responded Horatio...and he immediately jumped from his chair to go see...<br />
-Tell me WHERE my dear frog friend -his voice now echoing from somewhere in the Christmas tree !<br />
- I see ..I ssssee it..uttered Mr Mole..its on the top bbranch...LOOK..!<br />
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Now...this took a lot of bravery from our dear Horatio..Not many Hedgehogs climb trees..!<br />
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Whilst climbing he got irritated -this always happens to him when things don't go his way, he starts doing things he doesn't want to do, but then does it anyway because he can 't stop himself from doing so -...so, soon he was in a very prickly state of mind and condition..which didn't help him either..He was getting stuck..and hanging there, wriggling somewhere half up the tree...like a Christmas ornament with spines..<br />
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Our Dutchess and Miss Moussie who witnessed this tree climbing attempted with hidden laughter came to action..this was not funny anymore..help was needed.<br />
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-Calm yourself my darling Horatio....said The Dutchess...you are ever so courage's to climb the tree..but please let me help you down..<br />
Horatio was hanging absolutely still...he was waiting for his lady to rescue him..in his mind the words darling and courage's lingered...His trust in the Dutchess was admirable..<br />
Our Dutchess patiently helped Horatio and tried to untangle him ...some of the Christmas lights followed Horatio down...<br />
-O No...the lights...squeaked Miss Moussie..what was it you were saying dearest D..some Christmases will stay in your memory forever..well this one is going to stay in mine...Hahaa..Horatio as Christmas ornament..And our dear Mouse could't help laughing ..she laughed until tears ran from her eyes..down over her little cheeks and moussie whiskers..<br />
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Speaking about Memories..responded the Dutchess , after she gently sat Horatio back on his chair with lights and all...<br />
Listen...Quiet down everyone for a minute..<br />
She reached out to the top of the tree ...where indeed a bird-nest was holding a letter...and she took it out ! Then...very solemnly she opened it..and read what was said..<br />
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Yesterday is history. Tomorrow is a mystery. And today?<br />
Today is a gift. That's why we call it a present.
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Silence..<br />
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You could hear a pin drop in the kitchen.<br />
The first sound came from Mr Mole..it was a sigh..followed by another one..<br />
-I am ssso relieved, he stuttered...- What you just read is so important....and that's why we all needed to gather...<br />
-Yes..Who needs a present when you have the present...said Who..who had been sitting in silence near the fireplace.<br />
-And especially when this PRESENT is like amazing..twittered Miss Moussie..look at us..together..sharing this moment !<br />
Horatio uttered a giggle..somewhat awkward...but he looked very enlightened..like he understood the message..<br />
-And what wonderful memories did we make in all those -present- times which are now in the past...said the Dutchess..:)<br />
-We did.?..mumbled Mr Mole puzzled to himself.....-he had to think twice before he understood this sentence. -..YES, of-course we did...didn't we...and he smiled from ear to ear..-Remember when we together walked <a href="https://ataletoldbyamouse.blogspot.com/2009/10/#315953051941844981">the Jiffy trail..</a>!-<br />
-And don't forget<a href="https://ataletoldbyamouse.blogspot.com/2011/01/#1017846170302927875"> the Bookworms</a>...said Miss Moussie..some Christmases ago..<br />
-And not to mention <a href="https://ataletoldbyamouse.blogspot.com/2012/01/#6855556531411512892">The Snow patrol </a>my dearest Mouse ..said the Dutchess.<br />
You had me worried that particular Christmas..I still dream about it..<br />
-One of my fondest memories is where I was hugged by an entire <a href="https://ataletoldbyamouse.blogspot.com/2009/12/#6534921750627863751">alphabet</a>...croaked Gustave..they called me a Frug...hahaaa..and they were dangerous..!<br />
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It was very cosy and warm in the little kitchen of the Dutchess..our Hilltop inhabitants were having a jolly good time sharing stories.. Then Horatio suddenly mentioned Mozes...and how he had missed him and how happy he was when <a href="https://ataletoldbyamouse.blogspot.com/2015/03/#7338989863465714899">Mozes came back</a>..and where was Mozes now..like in this very minute...?<br />
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Closer than you think..said our Dutchess..I believe someone is waiting to enter...<br />
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And there the Kitchen door opened wide...to reveal....a bear in a Santa Suite !<br />
Well...can this story get any better..<br />
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The Cuckoo clock chimed Merry Christmas...Merry Christmas...and I totally agree...a Merry Christmas to you my dear reader and friend !<br />
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And may this story be..a present from me...xxx<br />
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With love<br />
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The Dutchesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03417068949346419906noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2405724134673554860.post-75940245040414903302018-12-23T13:21:00.001+01:002018-12-23T14:20:14.761+01:00Fantastic...<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
The moon was full..it stood there....like it did for ages..and I am sure for ages to come..!<br />
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-Magical...said the Dutchess while taking a deep breath..you were so right my dearest ...this is kind of reassuring ...it puts my mind at rest...!<br />
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-I knew it would ..answered Miss Moussie..I knew it...<br />
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They both then were just silent for a while..no words needed !<br />
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UNTIL...Our Dutchess suddenly shouted...-THAT'S IT...that's it, why didn't I think of that before..<br />
-Because you needed the moon..squeaked Miss Moussie...and please do warn me the next time you are going to shout something...my poor heart almost stopped here...<br />
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-My sweet clever and very wise friend..thank you so much for bringing me to the Hilltop..I now know what to do on Christmas eve...Isn;t that fantastic...<br />
-And what ARE we going to do...asked Miss Moussie in anticipation..?<br />
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-Listen ..whispered the Dutchess....come closer my dear...and then she explained the wonderful idea in Miss Moussie's ear...<br />
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-FANTASTIC....twittered Miss Moussie...fantastic...couldn;t have come up with a better plan myself if I say so...<br />
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Then a Dutchess and a Mouse descended from the Hilltop...accompanied by the light of the moon which guided them safely to their kitchen doorstep.<br />
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And if you are curious what will happen ...come visit...on Christmas-eve you are ever so welcome..x<br />
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The Dutchesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03417068949346419906noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2405724134673554860.post-91527567200478279122018-12-09T13:43:00.000+01:002018-12-12T15:11:45.563+01:00Shadows and light..<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
It was a strange formation standing there on the Hilltop..<br />
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A Mouse with a blanket..a Mole with a book..a Dutchess out of breath..a Frog hopping and collecting twigs..an Owl hovering over them ...and look...I believe there's another creature emerging..its a Hedgehog with a box of matches..!<br />
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-How in earth are you going to make a fire without matches.. said Horatio...(because that's the hedgehog we can now see standing next to our Dutchess)<br />
-You can now say "Thank you friend Horatio" because I saved your day..here you go... and then he presented his little matchbox.<br />
-Actually..-answered the Dutchess...actually dear Horatio......there is also something else we forgot..!<br />
-What..whispered Miss Moussie...and then a little louder like she was almost shouting...WHAT ?<br />
We have a blanket...and matches and Gustave collected fire wood..so What ..?<br />
Its all we need to make smoke signals...isn't it !?<br />
-No dearest it isn't ...I just thought of it myself...we need WATER..otherwise the blanket will set fire and burn in a second..the blanket needs to be wet...explained the Dutchess to her woodland friends..who now looked at her in admiration...why didn't they think of that themselves..!<br />
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-So...No smoke today.....but..but..uttered Mr Mole...we need to send out a signal..its important..like like...<br />
-Yes...I understand said the Dutchess...and I don't know HOW its possible but SOMEHOW (maybe by writing this story on a blog) I know that our message already reached the souls of our friends..because look...someone is climbing the mountain..<br />
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-Mozes...twittered Miss Moussie..its Mozes...and there our little troop together ran towards a HUGE<br />
enormous big bear to give him the warmest welcome ever......and yes, I know you are here too...by heart...so happy to see you dear reader and friend..You made it..Now the story can continue ..<br />
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Shadows and light..<br />
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Time went on...<br />
The season changed...soon summer was a memory ..<br />
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Our Dutchess sat in her birds-nest..behind her desk..writing ...she was brewing up a storm of ideas for Christmas...but it wasn't working..Every idea ended up in the wastebasket !<br />
-Why...she mumbled to herself..why can't I come up with one single idea that's outstanding..creative..and funny for our Christmas Eve celebration....and there isn't so much time left for preparations...So many friends will visit..I'm almost getting kind of desperate..<br />
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Softly the door opened..a little mouse entered..<br />
It squeaked...( not the door but the mouse) and it said..-I am coming to light the candles ..!<br />
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-Goodness..uttered the Dutchess..I didn't hear you come in..but thank you dearests...its very dark in here ...days are short..<br />
-They are...and I saw you sitting in the shadows..in fact the whole house was covered in darkness..I had to find my way through the dark in the garden too...its lantern time..!<br />
-So kind of you to come and watch over me, sighed the Dutchess..I'm having a kind of OF day...and my mind is gone blank..Maybe I'm getting old..?<br />
-Of-course you are getting old dearest Dutchess -answered Miss Moussie with a grin..but not tonight...you just need a little light..;) Come with me..we will go outside and wait for the clouds to shift..to watch the moon..And if the clouds don't shift I'll just summon it...the moon...I can do that you know...Miss Moussie is always very confident..!<br />
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Well...Miss Moussie did not have to repeat this suggestion..within minutes a Mouse and a Dutchess were climbing the Hilltop !<br />
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We could join them...and just wait for the winter-wind ..It will move the clouds ..change the shadows into light..it will....<br />
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The grass in the Daisy meadow was high...a late summer field ..still green..and peaceful (but not for long)....because there a little figure came running...as fast as her age could allow her to run..The Dutchess...out of breath but clearly on a mission...<br />
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Is she alone there in the field....no...look again...she is being followed..by a tiny mouse in a yellow raincoat..see how she fiercely makes her way through the weeds and clover.....<br />
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Wait...very close behind our little mouse a Mole is struggling to keep up ..clutching something in his paws..<br />
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Look up now...there......circling in the sky above...can you feel it..the wave of mighty wings...Its like a little flutter of your heart...skipping a beat ..because this bird hovering above you is there to protect you..<br />
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In this field of very different shades of green...one particular shade stands out..or must I say...hops out...Now you see it...Now you don't ! Could it be....a frog...a specific kind of frog...one who bakes imaginary cookies ?<br />
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I think they are planning to gather in the middle of the field...See the Dutchess standing there...In a little while now the company will be complete..<br />
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I am so happy you are here .....we can use your courage, friendship, strategy and recousces....are you with me..<br />
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The Dutchesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03417068949346419906noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2405724134673554860.post-88395934383525932212018-08-26T18:18:00.000+02:002018-08-30T11:00:57.900+02:00Trust the voice within..<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Are you seated..<br />
Than lets get started..I really need your help with this one..!<br />
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Its an adventure not for sissies..not for non believers..and certainly NOT for those who can´t see beyond the borders of imagination.. Because for this story ..now about to be told..for this adventure now to begin ..you will need to go where no one ever EVER did go before..It just wouldn´t be possible because Its YOUR imagination...(and you didn´t imagine it yet..so not even I can predict how this wild tale will end )..do you dare..to explore the bounderies..to have fun...to be bedazzeld..bewondered..YES ?...Marvelous..Than take courage my friend...<br />
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-Wow...just let me interrupt you here ...great introduction dear Mr Mole..!!!<br />
So this is the beginning of your new book...can´t wait to hear the rest of it..But wouldn't it be nice to have patience for our friends to arrive, so we can all listen together?<br />
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Mr Mole took of his spectacles...stared into space for a while.. stirred his tea..took a slurping sip..and then nodded his head.. -Lets..he said...lets do just that ..because I need my friends with me ...I need every voice that comes from within..to complete the story..And the voices of friends I trust..<br />
-Why so serious my friend ...our Dutchess now whispered...are you alright..?<br />
-I will be my dearest Dutchess...answered Mole...when we al gather...as soon as possible..<br />
-Then so we will...said the Dutchess..then so we will...<br />
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To be continued..<br />
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Any sign of them yet...asked Mole after a few hours.<br />
-So sorry ..not yet answered the Dutchess...they have yet to find out that we are here...waiting..!<br />
I do hope our friend Tea-rat will get the news soon..And there is a Cat in Canada..she would be a great help..living is such a rugged country with I believe to be Turkeys..she must be fearless..!<br />
-Yes and how about Nita..from Nowhere..and Bebe..and Rattus..!!<br />
-In time dear friend Mole..in time..<br />
-But...there isnt so much time...Dutchess mine..there just isnt.<br />
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-I.m worried nobody knows that we are on the look-out dearest Dutches..Ive been pacing up and down the kitchen floor a thousands times.....opened the door a thousand times, to maybe see a friend in the distance walking down the Hill..but alas...<br />
- I think its time to do something drastic..something likely to have a drastic effect...!<br />
-Like What...now you have my fullest attention dearest!<br />
-Like..Ehm..a smoke signal..!<br />
-Really ..Mole replied..REALLY.....? Couldn´t we just use the internet..?<br />
-There´s nothing magical in that now isn´t there..?<br />
-No...and there should be magic ..a story without magic...nope..nothing at all...<br />
-Then lets go out and build a fire in the field..<br />
-Yes...I´ll bring my book of smoke signal language..said Mole whilst setting his glasses straight..<br />
-You can find me in the Daisy Meadow my friend..and off was our Dutchess in a hurry.....closing the kitchendoor behind her with a bang...<br />
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The Dutchesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03417068949346419906noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2405724134673554860.post-44811443711000936182017-11-19T22:06:00.000+01:002017-11-19T22:36:35.691+01:00Interview with a Knit-wit...<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Too complicated..to complicated..sighed the dutchess whilst studying her knitting pattern..It's not doable..not doable AT ALL...and her eyes dreamed of into the dancing flames of a softly crackling fire ...She was sitting next to the hearth in the kitchen ....The cold had settled in and winter was near..<br />
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Her thoughts drifted of to beloved friends...adventures of the past...stories untold....!<br />
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Do you remember dear reader that we stopped right in the middle of an adventure ..a few years ago..!<br />
You DO remember..! Great..!<br />
Then maybe this would be a good moment in time to ask our dear Dutchess WHY it stopped..Let's ask some difficult questions..and maybe more..like..<br />
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-What happened-?<br />
-Why-?<br />
-When-?<br />
-With whom..or with what..?<br />
-Where..?<br />
-Was it in this world..or in outer space..?<br />
-Was it whimsical,witty,wonderful..<br />
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Please, dearest Dutchess, stop knitting..this is an interview..We need to know...<br />
Like your most beloved friend asked a few days ago..are they coming back ?..Are you bringing them back..The stories about the Hilltop inhabitants..the adventures of our magnificent Miss Moussie and company..?<br />
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After a minute of silence that lasted for what seemed like an hour..the Dutchess answered....<br />
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-My dear readers and friends..It's so good to see you here..It was also overwhelming to read your many sweet letters in which you wanted to know how we were doing..I can tell you we are all fine..But it would be Impossible to pick up where we left.<br />
It would be to complicated..like this knitting pattern. I am trying to unravel it...but it's a mystery to me..As were our many adventures ..I think we better start over..as from this very day......<br />
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Mind you,things have been very quiet..Miss Moussie is living very merrily in her Potting Shed.<br />
Gustave has found a new pond...it's small but very deep....Who lives in the biggest tree you possibly can find ...There's Mr Mole...yes...what can I say about Mr Mole..He gets lost a lot..but we always find him..and last but not least..Sir Horatio Hog...he's still writing poetry..!<br />
It's good to know you missed us..we missed you too..<br />
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Winter is coming...a time to gather by the fire..a time to be with friends ..and maybe a time to tell a story..better still..to wait for an adventure to reveal itself..who knows what will occur..arise..appear..!<br />
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You are so very welcome..<br />
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And this should have been..could have been the end of the interview ..but it wasn't..because a little voice from out of the cuckoo clock yelled...<br />
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-You forgot to mention ME-<br />
O yes, of course, said the Dutchess..<br />
How could I forget YOU...!<br />
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THEN.. there was a big racket coming from the chimney...something came tumbling down?<br />
It was WHO.....covered with soot..he almost landed in the fireplace..-So sorry- WHO uttered, flapping his enormous wings..I do apologise..it's not like I'm eavesdropping..I just lost my balance on the rooftop..I brought Miss Moussie with me..that is ..she was with me a moment ago..<br />
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-WHO...really..You were both on the rooftop...said our Dutchess worried..WHO,You of all birds must know Miss Moussie finds heights not to be trusted..and then there's the fire..<br />
-I,m fine I'm fine.....twittered a squeaky voice suddenly from out of a tea cup..I'm OK....!<br />
-Dearest...o my goodness, you landed in my tea...are you alright..?<br />
-I am..but could you hand me over your handkerchief..it's a bit wet..and let me suggest to put honey in your tea next time ..it's much to sugary..<br />
Then a little mouse came climbing out of a cup..soaked in tea leaves and sticky with sugar on top..<br />
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Just when Miss Moussie wrapped herself in a with the initials T.D embroidered handkerchief...a green THING jumped out of the cookie jar next to her..<br />
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-Would you like an imaginary cookie to go with your tea-..it croaked..!<br />
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-Gustave...what are you doin in my cookiejar..asked the Dutchess in surprise..<br />
-Yes...that's what I like to know too..squeaked Miss Moussie...My guess is you were secretly listening in..<br />
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-Just came to fill the jar with imaginary cookies...croaked Gustave with a big grin..One can never have enough imaginary cookies..<br />
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Well...looks like our friends were very closeby when our Dutchess answered her questions !<br />
I wonder why...<br />
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And look who we find entering the kitchen very quietly through the hole in the door...a Mole and a Hedgehog...to complete the Company..<br />
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Now...anything can happen...<br />
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T.D and Company<br />
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The Dutchesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03417068949346419906noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2405724134673554860.post-30653437705035196292015-04-27T17:05:00.000+02:002015-04-28T11:03:30.815+02:00At last...<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
At last...squeaked Miss Moussie when she opened the kitchen door.....at last, my dear friend what took you so long..!<br />
This long wait was almost to much for my nerves..I missed you like crazy...and there she fell in the strong furry arms of her beloved bear..And he..he lifted her up like a feather..and wirled her high up to the sky...like she was going to fly..<br />
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-Ooooo.. weeeeee.....squeaked Miss Moussie, completely forgetting that she was afraid of heights and was supposed to be squeaking something like.-.Ooooo nooo, put me down..I find height's not to be trusted..!<br />
But, Ooooo Weeeeeee was much better under the circumstances..I'm sure..<br />
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Our Dutchess was standing in the doorway..almost with tears in her eyes..look at those two,she whispered to herself..<br />
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At that moment completely unnoticed..a little figure entered the kitchen..it came running ...took a big leap..and jumped into the Dutchess her hair..<br />
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Now..I know this creature..do you..?<br />
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..to be continued..<br />
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The Dutchesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03417068949346419906noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2405724134673554860.post-80277076250298642722015-04-02T11:56:00.002+02:002015-04-02T11:56:28.052+02:00Follow the mouse....
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The Dutchesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03417068949346419906noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2405724134673554860.post-43047085613776208662015-03-28T12:39:00.002+01:002015-04-01T20:34:33.618+02:00Welcome to this blog.<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
...and when you want to catch up with our tale..go <a href="http://ataletoldbyamouse.blogspot.nl/">HERE..</a>..where you can read the story from the beginning....and then wait for the end..xoxo<br />
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IF it ends...Because I believe Miss Moussie will live forever..so bring yourself, and bring your children ..grandparents..story lovers..dreamers...to the Hilltop.. the place to be..when you believe in magic..<br />
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The Dutchesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03417068949346419906noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2405724134673554860.post-85712491304734643792014-11-23T15:23:00.001+01:002014-11-23T15:23:49.680+01:00Illuminated...<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span lang="EN-GB">-Dearest…she
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<span lang="EN-GB">-O NOOO…twittered
Miss Moussie disappointed, whilst standing with her little nose pressed to the
window…now he is gone…<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB">-HE…in our “Bear”
you mean…?<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB">-YES..of
course..are you expecting anybody else maybe…squeaked our mouse.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB">With her
little paws to the glass she tried to see into the dark garden…it had started
to rain..<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB">-There's nobody else around. I am sure
what you saw was our friend..answered the Dutchess…looking over her shoulder back
into the Hallway..<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB">Again the lighting
lit up the room..and the thunder roared…<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB">Again Miss
Moussie uttered the most squeaky sound ever to be heard in Hilltop history..but
it was a happy sound…it sounded like surprise
and home coming..because before her eyes..illuminated by lightning the friendly furry face of a friend appeared..MOZES..!<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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The Dutchesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03417068949346419906noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2405724134673554860.post-80872792827980335082014-11-16T15:35:00.001+01:002014-11-16T15:35:38.079+01:00Who was where, and where was what...(chapter 5)<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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…On the Hilltop, at Hilltop Hall, in the Hilltop Hall
living room, a Mouse and a Dutchess sit together, side by side, in a window
nook viewing the misty garden. They look worried!</div>
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<span lang="EN-GB">-I do hope
all our friends have found shelter….. twittered Miss Moussie, and I better stay with you dearest, in case
something happens, I mean..you being all
alone in this big old Hilltop mansion..!<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB">-Please
do...answered the Dutchess …but I must say I do
like a good thunderstorm once in a while. It clears the air..…<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB">-Yes…well…I
don’t know twittered Miss Moussie …Maybe..some tea dear..to calm our nerves..?<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB">-That’s a
wonderful idea. You stay put my sweet
mouse…I will be back in jiffy..<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB">The
Dutchess left the living room, leaving Miss Moussie staring into the fog…it
turned from green into a mysterious purple haze.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB"> The passage from the living room towards the
kitchen was dark. It was a hallway filled with old ornaments, and the walls were decorated with paintings
from the Dutchess’s ancestors.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB">There was
one with a Pirate…and one picturing a lady in a wintry forest,in depth of field with next
to her an owl sitting on a fence.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB">Quickly our
Dutchess moved through the corridor..…the darkness didn't bother her…she knew
every shadow and every sound..<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB">But..did
she really…?<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB">Because, then, suddenly, she heard something ..softer then a whisper..more like someone
breathing.. followed by a very clear tinkling sound. Like a bell or icicle’s moving in the wind..<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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the Dutchess stopped ….she listened…who, or what was it that made this corridor
into its hiding place....!<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB">-Anybody
there…she said in a calm tone of voice…and she repeated…ANYBODY ..answer me
please…!<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB">No answer
was heard..…only the ticking of the clock…and THEN…the first LOUD thunder accompanied by the BIGGEST
lightning flash..immediately followed by
the most frightful twitters
uttered by Miss Moussie ……-There he is ..I saw him…there he is..!!<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB">Now, DEAR
READER AND FRIEND…I’m confused…who was where, and where was what… Anyhow…"THEY"are HERE…<o:p></o:p></span><br />
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The hours
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<span lang="EN-GB"> This, our Dutchess and Miss Moussie didn’t
know yet…but, now, dear reader and friend, YOU know..so hold on to this book
and read on..<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB">After Miss Moussie
did catch her breath she was able to tell The Dutchess what she had just found on the Hilltop..<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB">-A scent
you say..really, did I understand you
correctly..you found something smelly..said the Dutchess surprised..<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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Yes..Squeaked Miss Moussie exited…LIKE BEAR..!<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB">…The summer
breeze hushed.. the birds paused in their
flight and song, and with the butterflies they fluttered by, in slow motion..curious…listening.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB">The word
BEAR changed the entire atmosphere in the garden ..it became very
quiet..like…maybe like a quiet before a
storm..<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB">-Is
he..could it..can it be….really HIM, whispered the Dutchess ?<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB">-I know its
him, squeaked Miss Moussie softly…there
is no one that smelly. I mean…well, (and there she giggled).<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB">-Then, my
dear Miss M, we can expect him any minute now..!<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB">-I believe
we can dearest Dutchess..I believe we can…O my goodness…so many things to do so
little time..I must assemble a welcome
home comity..<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB">The
stillness in the garden became now noticeable..even for the Dutchess and Miss
Moussie in their enthusiasm … Clouds gathered.. the hot summer day changed into a summer evening that wrapt itself around
the Hilltop inhabitants like a moist cloak…<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB">-This heat
is too heavy for a delicate creature like myself..squeaked Miss Moussie..I just
can’t think straight ..there’s a fog
rising..<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB">-In your mind darling..?<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB">-No, look…over
the Pond and beyond……it looks very suspicious. One can never trust a fog !<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB">-Heavens,Yes..it
looks kind of greenish! We better go
inside dear…<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB"> A storm is rising..<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB">And so they
did…a Dutchess and a Mousse. Together waiting for what was coming next…<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB">At the Pond
a strange fog waved over the white water lilies ..the surface of the water rippled.
A green creature appeared. A frog in the fog…It was Gustave coming to check on the
weather. But after a quick glance he
dived back into the water…heading for the deep…to be safe...</span></div>
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The Dutchesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03417068949346419906noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2405724134673554860.post-47980411644184277442014-10-09T13:40:00.001+02:002014-10-11T13:13:09.662+02:00Louder than a door...( Chapter Three )
In a garden - not so very far from where Miss Moussie now is tumbling down the hill like a fluffy tumbleweed, because she is in such a hurry to go tell what she had just discovered -someone is sitting in a deckchair…drinking iced tea…<br />
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-It hasn't been this warm since years... said the Dutchess to herself whilst waving fiercely with a fan…its almost too hot to handle... !<br />
She had been trying to write... but really it was too hot to concentrate... then she tried to read... but the words were to slow to enter her mind... they lingered in the heat and evaporated...<br />
Then she planned to take a little nap… a siesta in the garden under the old oak tree... but her thoughts wandered of all over the place and now she just was sitting there... watching the grass grow...<br />
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Time took her time to pass… like it was stuck… sticky minutes gliding like hot syrup dripping from a spoon...<br />
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Whilst casting her eyes over the lawn… over the pink roses, the Pond in the distance... the garden path towards Hilltop Hall... the Dutchess smiled... How much she loved that old, with green ivy overgrown house... sometimes she felt like she could hug it ... wasn't that silly... Sure, there were worries ... the cracks in the old walls…lots of squeaky doors, an ancient plumbing system..the pipes sometimes made a noise like a complete wind orchestra playing a concerto, and maybe, just maybe, she needed to redecorate . There still was the wallpaper her grandmother once plastered to the bedroom walls…showing birds and forget-me-not’s. And the fireplace in the kitchen was the same one like one-hundred years ago...<br />
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Suddenly, a noise coming from the entrance of the garden, at the garden gate, interrupted our dear Dutchess in her reminiscing’s...
A mouse came running... waving a yellow straw hat... squeaking at the top of her longs, louder than any old door ever could squeak in the whole house….<br />
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-He’s coming home..he's coming home...!<br />
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Mountains can be high...rivers wide...and a road may be winding and long ...The bear knew..<br />
Softly the sun filters its early morning light through fresh green leaves.<br />
Spring is promising..and the bear starts his journey..<br />
At first..he is just standing there..letting the sun warm his old bones..The road ahead would be difficult.. The bear knew...<br />
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Days became nights, and nights became days again..<br />
The bear sometimes rested under a sheltering starry sky..
Every new day the sun accompanied him..getting stronger..days grew longer..and the bear was now feeling younger..than he was..<br />
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There he stood...on a hilltop covered with pine trees....catching a gust of wind in his nose..smelling a familiar scent..of straw..wildflowers..shadow of Oak ..<br />
- Summer has arrived..whispered the bear.<br />
The caresses of the breeze tickled his fur, and the bear sighed..
The Bear knew..he was almost there..<br />
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Meanwhile...on a different Hilltop, a mouse was wandering..
A mouse wearing a straw hat..A Mouse on a summer stroll..<br />
She had been climbing the Hilltop and now paused for a while under the big old oak tree, midst the wildflowers, to catch her breath..<br />
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The sun stood high..there was a soft breeze..<br />
-Aah, sighed the mousse..The summer wind..!<br />
The wind took with him the smell of shade from Pine trees.....and..what was that.. something in the air was....was very familiar..<br />
-I know that smell..said Miss Moussie..and of course she knew..she always knows everything.<br />
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The Dutchesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03417068949346419906noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2405724134673554860.post-4586094040465729612014-05-03T17:41:00.000+02:002014-10-11T13:11:30.664+02:00There are places on this earth.. Chapter One.<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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There are places on this earth where it's peaceful..where trees have been slumbering for ages..and forests are old as time.
I know such a place...and if you let me I will take you there..in a story, which I'm about to tell you now.<br />
I will choose my words carefully, so you can listen, and memorize, this to tribute the creatures who will surely come alive in this saga, and, like they told me secretly, will never leave you..They will be there to give you strength...courage..hope..and stay with you, by your side and in your heart for ever and ever....or, as long as you need them to .<br />
They promised to also make you smile..because a smile is one of the most beautiful things human eyes can behold....it's like a sunrise!<br />
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What color would you like the sunrise to be...picture it..in your mind's eye.!.<br />
Then ,let the light slowly caress the treetops...to wake up the birds.<br />
The birds are always first to rise..Did you know it's the older birds that rise sooner than the young..Yes, the young may be bold and sitting in the top of the highest tree, but it's always the wise and elderly who sing the sunrise song...I think it's because they know that there is no time to waste.. life is short!<br />
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Through a veil of mist the sun now reaches the hedgerows..dewdrops are catching rays of light and create rainbow mirrors..this to please the little creatures living there,in the undergrowth.<br />
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Slowly the light is crawling through the grass...entering rabbit holes and revealing fluffy bunny ears...<br />
One very bright and strong ray of sunlight creeps into a jungle of ferns...then, stays there for a second, like it's wondering to get out..or maybe still continue in this wilderness..But like the saying goes - it has to be dark to see the light- motivates this little ray to carry on...And behold....his light went shining straight through the ferns...only to show that behind this green cascade of leaves there was an entrance of yet another dark matter..<br />
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The morning sunrise had just landed in a bears den, and tickled a bears nose...<br />
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It calls you..beckons you...says,open your eyes you earthling..this is the day..this is the day that will never return..!<br />
Not ONE but many rays of light now filled the bears den...and all together they decided to have a ball !<br />
In the dusty den millions of little light particles danced and whirled..and when the bear carefully opened ONE eye..he was almost blinded by all of the sparkles and glitter..<br />
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I do believe something is happening here....come back soon ...because what ever is going on on the Hilltop..we mustn't miss it..The Dutchesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03417068949346419906noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2405724134673554860.post-82065742866042698192014-02-15T12:54:00.000+01:002014-02-15T12:54:15.612+01:00Love is...<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Being so happy to see you again on the Hilltop....I send you my heart..your Miss Moussie.Always...xoxoThe Dutchesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03417068949346419906noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2405724134673554860.post-91732647060811232952013-10-23T15:30:00.000+02:002013-10-23T15:30:39.782+02:00Never fear..we are still here...<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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The Dutchesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03417068949346419906noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2405724134673554860.post-91742471135912552562013-06-24T15:29:00.000+02:002013-06-24T15:29:20.528+02:00Easy breezy...<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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The Dutchesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03417068949346419906noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2405724134673554860.post-27934028232601439642013-03-11T14:18:00.000+01:002013-03-11T14:18:00.837+01:00Finally<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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On a bright and crisp winter morning a strange parade strutted down the Hilltop Lane..<br />
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There was..a squirrel..a frog..a hedgehog...a mouse...and a big fluffy feathered owl...all carrying packages...presents to be precise...!<br />
They walked into the Hilltop kitchen..invited by the Dutchess...who also carried a present...a big one...she almost disappeared behind it...
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Then with very serious looking faces the parade came to a halt in the hallway..under the Christmas tree..(its still Christmas at the Hilltop, for all you readers who did not follow this story..and for all who lost track..;-)<br />
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-Finally..said the Dutchess.. wonderful...we all have our presents ready, now we just have to wait for Christmas morning to open them..I'm so exited..<br />
-Yes...me too..croaked Gustave...and nervous..<br />
-Don't be nervous you silly frog...twittered Miss Moussie..I'm sure that whoever you made your present for will just LOVE it..<br />
-You are absolutely right my dear Miss...said Sir Horatio..because speaking for myself..I KNOW that the person I made my present for will be over the moon with it..<br />
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Miss Moussie raised one eyebrow..like she always does when she finds something very strange ..then, suddenly looked around in surprise and twittered..<br />
-Everybody...where is Mr Mole..?<br />
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-Late...late like he always is..hooted Who...
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-Maybe he is a bit shy...Elvira said dangling from the chandelier...<br />
.She is a squirrel who loves shiny glittery things..so..she just can;t stay away from this chandelier when she sees it..<br />
-This could very well be the case..said the Dutchess..lets give him some time and space..I'm sure he will deliver his present later..and please come down from up there Elvira...please be carefull..you might drop your present..!<br />
-Yes ..listen to our Dutchess Elvira..twittered miss Moussie..chandeliers can be very suspicious..and how come you look so sparkling my dear....its looks like you are covered with fairy dust..<br />
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A few moments later the parade left the hall....and they all just couldn't wait till Christmas morning...to open their presents..<br />
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The Dutchesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03417068949346419906noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2405724134673554860.post-51771158761488675412013-02-12T20:20:00.000+01:002013-02-12T20:28:16.479+01:00Endeavour...<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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The night was dark.....like they usely are on the Hilltop!<br />
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Our Hilltop inhabitants were all in a deep slumber...
Miss Moussie was dreaming about red velvet...The Dutchess about cookies and paint..Horatio dreamt a midsummer nights dream...and Gustave...Gustave was heaving a nightmare..O dear..!!
He dreamt that he had lost the recipe of his very famous soup..with the secret ingredient!<br />
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And where was WHO..was he still sitting in his tree..overlooking the forest....Yes he was..but now with his eyes closed...and snoring...dreaming about music and bubbles..
In the same tree Elvira had found her dwelling place.....in a hollow filled with nuts....and she was dreaming of shiny silver and sparkling gold..<br />
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Now...did we forget someone...Yes..of course we did...Where is Mr Mole..?
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In his labyrinth you say....?
That's very well possible..because that's where he went when he left the Hilltop Hall kitchen.<br />
.Lets find out..and follow the long dark passages underground until we reach his residence..<br />
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Ssst ,be very quiet...
There ..I can see a light at the end of this tunnel....LOOK..!<br />
There he is, Mr C Mole....and what exactly is he doing...?<br />
O My Goodness...when my eyes don't deceive me in this dark habitat...Mr Mole is ....knitting...!!!<br />
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We can hear him speaking to himself like he always does when he is alone..<br />
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-So happy I found the solution to my very strange predicament..-C whispered while knitting.-Now I can ENDEAVOUR...and I WILL succeed in this enterprise..I will..I will...!!
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The Dutchesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03417068949346419906noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2405724134673554860.post-65076633962944067732013-01-27T20:01:00.001+01:002013-01-27T20:08:03.421+01:00A wink and a kiss...<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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At the very moment that Mr Mole was attacked by the growling thing..a door opened and a figure entered the kitchen...it was dressed in white ruffles and ribbons.....carrying a light..<br />
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-Ddddutchess..thank god....stammered Mr Mole..help me..I;m being ambushed....<br />
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-Ambushed..by WHO...said a voice behind him..-.I just wanted so say a friendly hello..its me Horatio..!<br />
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-Then your hello sounded rather funny old chap...said the dutchess.. I could hear it in the Hall way and it sounded more like a growl to me...I wonder why?....Maybe it was something you ate..?.<br />
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-Ahum...well..no ..I was just minding my own business in the dark..in search of some inspiration...when Mr Mole happened to wander through the kitchen...What exactly where you doing here Mr C in the middle of the night...
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-Could ask you the same thing...said Mole..still recovering from shock..could ask you the same thing friend Horatio..inspiration you said...inspiration...for what....?<br />
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-Darlings...said the Dutchess...lets not quarrel...I was just on my way to bed..its late...can I offer you a place for the night...Like..the Library dear C,you like it there! And maybe for you also Horatio..you could sleep on different shelf's of course...I would suggest the M from Macbeth for Mr Mole..., and the H from Hamlet for Sir Horatio......!
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-Hahaaaaa laughed Mr Mole...hahaaa, you are great my dearest Dutchess..hahaaa...<br />
-What;s so funny...asked Sir Hog...did I miss something...<br />
-Its nothing dear Horatio...just being silly..said the dutches,she gave with a wink towards Mr C....and then kissed the little mole on his head..<br />
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Mr Mole, very surprised, looked the Dutchess in her lovely green eyes and thought...O My..isn;t she sweet....I can not bother her now with my strange and difficult predicament..she must go to bed..I know she must of had a busy day...because she smells like cookies and paint...<br />
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-You are blushing friend C..said Horatio.....I see it even in the dark...hahaa..<br />
Then the Dutchess kissed Horatio too...on his nose...(to be safe)...and said...Well..goodnight darlings...sleep well...
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