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The Papaw and Mamaw Stories


 Trenton's story

Living on a Farm

 When Trenton was about 8 years old he went to live in the

Country with his dad and grandparents. He had a dog named

Rocky and a horse named Scout. Trenton loved to roam the

Farmland with his two best pals. When Trenton was out on

The farm he felt ten feet tall when not he felt like the three foot

Tall introvert he actually was. When on the farm, he was not

Afraid of anything. He loved to poke into holes, look under logs

And into the bushes.

    One day he was poking in the bushes and he heard a little

Noise. He backed off and a tiny brown rabbit jumped out and

Scurried into the barn. Trenton eased around to the door of the

Barn and peeked in. It was very dark in there and Trenton tiptoed

In so he would not scare the baby rabbit. He did not hear a sound.

As his eyes got used to the darkness of the barn, he noticed his

Horse Scout in his stall.

    “Hello Scout,” said Trenton.

“Did you see a rabbit come in here just a few minutes ago?”

“No,” said Scout. “I did not see a rabbit but I heard something.

Was it a rabbit?”

    “Yes,” whispered Trenton, “and I want to catch him. He

might be scared and looking for his mommy.”

    “Well,” said Scout, “he will probably be able to find his

mommy on his own. I think you should just leave him alone.”

    “No,” said Trenton shaking his head, “I want to make him

my pet rabbit and keep him safe. I will name him Hip Hop and

we can have lots of fun.”
  
Scout was shaking his head no.

    Moving further into the barn Trenton spied the rabbit.

“There he is. I see him. He is hiding behind that stack of hay.

I will put that stool against the other side of the hay stack and then

I can get him on this side.”

    “I wouldn’t do that if I were you,” said Scout. If his mommy

is close by she could try to hurt you.”

    “I am not afraid of anything,” said Trenton sticking his chest

out. I will just knock her backwards. Come on little rabbit. Come

on Hip Hop.”

    The little rabbit pushed up against the stool and tried to

Wiggle out from behind the haystack as Trenton advanced toward

Him. When Trenton touched him the tiny rabbit’s little heart was

Beating a mile a minute.

    “I will not hurt you, little bunny, come to me,” said Trenton.

    About that time something jumped down on Trenton’s back

And the rabbit flipped out of Trenton’s hands.

Trenton saw the momma rabbit grab her baby by the nape of the

Neck and scurry out of the barn.”

Trenton felt something warm on his neck and reached up to feel

What it was. When he looked at his hand there was blood on it.

    “Help,” screamed Trenton, “I am dying. That momma rabbit
bite me.”

    “I guess you are right Scout,” said Trenton, “ I should not

have tried to take the baby rabbit from his mother. That is not a

kind thing to do. I would not want someone to take me from the

ones I love and love me. Let’s go for a ride Scout.”

    Trenton jumped on Scout’s back and trotted out the barn

Door. Trenton felt good that he had not taken the baby rabbit.

Scout said, “I am proud of you Trenton. You made a good choice.

And by the way, that is not blood on your neck that is just a sweat

You worked up trying to be big bad rabbit catcher and you

Scratched your hand on the barn door.”

Trenton and Scout went trotting out onto the grassy fields of the

Farm.



  








Stories written for grands for Christmas in 2009 and 2010.

Jill and The Refrigerator Genie

Open the door, close the door, open the door, close the door. 
"Jill, what are you looking for?" Papaw demanded.
His patience had just about run out, as Jill stood in front of the fridge, as she does wherever she goes, just opening and closing it.
"I don't know what I want." Jill sighed as she closed the door and immediately opened it again.
"Well, so you expect something to jump out for you onto the table?" asked Papaw.
"Yes that would be nice," she said.
One more time Jill opened the refrigerator door and she saw something she had not seen before. It was a tiny bottle on the bottom shelf and there seemed to be something seeping out and rising into the fridge and out into the room. 
Jill stepped back and said, "what is this?" As she stood there mesmerized by the hazy fog, it soon filled the entire fridge and Jill realized that a genie was beginning to appear in the midst of the cloud.
"What in the world is going on?" exclaimed Jill with excitement and a little fear.
"I don't see anything," said Papaw as he passed the refrigerator and walked onto the outside deck unconcerned.

"Who in the world are you?" questioned Jill and she began to feel a little apprehension. Had she broken or even worse yet put a hex on Mamaw and Papaw's fridge?
The genie began to sway back and forth and spoke in a sing-songy way.

"I am Jasmine, the Genie of the Refrigerator." she intoned.
"It was only a matter of time before I was called to help you with this distracting habit you have."

"What did it take to summon you to help me?" Jill asked.

"It takes a family that is totally at a loss to know what to do for you and an admission on your part to admit you don't even to know yourself," Jasmine replied.

"Well that's for sure," stated Jill with her eyes as big as saucers as she watched this Jasmine grow until she completely fill the fridge.

"So, now that you have been summoned, what can you do for them, but most importantly what can you do for me?" asked Jill, turning around to see if anyone else in the kitchen or the other part of the house could hear what was going on. No one seemed to be paying any attention to her or the lavender hazy mist squirming around in Papaw and Mamaw's fridge.

"I have the power,"said Jasmine, very slowly and softly, "to just disappear or to grant you three wishes. You know that is what genies do best. But I must warn you, sometimes I made mistakes and some things may not go as we plan."

"Could that be bad?" winched Jill. "Would it be bad for me or for Papaw and Mamaw. Would there be a big mess?"

"Oh no," laughed Jasmine. "I am a very neat genie. I come from a family of excellent genies. I have only done this type of genie work one other time, but I think I can handle it pretty good. I have done oodles and oodles of  genie work in bars and taverns before  and I think I have see you somewhere before."
"Well, man or gal, I have sure never see you before. Maybe we had better not do this," Jill said doubtfully.

"I tell you what," the genie said, "I will start and at any time before I finish you can say stop. However, if I get to the last wish and you agree to go on, it is too late to stop," she added.   

All the time Jill and Jasmine had been talking, the haze had completely filled the kitchen and Jill felt a little dreamy and daring.
Why not give this an opportunity, thought Jill.
At least it will be something different to talk  about on boring school days. 
Jill felt like she and Jasmine were the only people in the universe. Or was the genie not a product of this universe?

"Okay genie," said Jill straightening up her back and sitting her jaw fir, "do your stuff."

The genie lifted her hand and sang a jazzy little tune,
"Gastronomical, epigastric, esophageal, intestinal, rectal and poop,poop,poop, here we go today."   

"Poop, Poo, hey that ring a bell," said Jasmine. "I think I remember somebody by that name. Ginger, Flowers and Rose, Red Red Wine, Cocoa, Pepper Steak? Why are those names coming to me? Do they make any sense to you Jill?"

"Well no," winched Jill, "who would have such sill names as those?"

Jill began to wonder, what in the world or out of this world, is going on.

"Are you sure you should go on?" asked Jill

"Well I am just getting started and this just feels so right. Now I am going to grant your first wish. What would you like to have to eat if you could have anything in the world right now?" Jasmine asked.

"Anything?" questioned Jill.

"Yes, anything you want," winked the genie.

"Well, I would like Roast Beef, Mashed Potatoes, Green Beans, Papaw's Green Beans of course and Cole Slaw," exclaimed Jill excitedly.

"Okay, Tsaor Feeb, Dehsam Seotatop, Neerg Snaeb, now make that Papaw's Neerg Snaeb,Wals Eloc," yelled Jasmine waving her arms in the air.  

"There it is Jill, on the kitchen table," and genie pointed to the kitchen table. Sure enough a pipping hot dinner of Roast Beef, Mashed Potatoes, Papaw's Green Beans and Cole Slaw awaited Jill.

"Now for your second wish Jill, what would you like to drink?" asked Jasmine.

"I will take a glass of White Ziffendale," Jill replied.

"Etihw Eladneffiz Eniw," demanded Jasmine and it appeared in one of Mamaw's wine glasses on the table.

"Now Jill," explained Jasmine, "I will grant your last wish after you have finished eating your food. I want to be sure you are perfectly happy."

"Will you ever come again?" asked Jill as she began to sample the steaming dishes on her plate.

"Once I have granted your three wishes Jill, you will have those three wishes every time you open the refrigerator door no matter where you are," said Jasmine.

Jill ate all the food on her plate and just as soon as she ate the last green bean her plate was again filled with Roast Beef, Mashed Potatoes, Green Beans, Papaw's of course and Cole Slaw. As soon as she emptied her wine, the glass was immediately refilled.

Wow, thought Jill, I can't believe this. I will never have to worry about what I have to eat again. Just about that time Papaw walked into the room and saw Jill sitting at the kitchen table with eyes as big as saucers.

"What is the matter Jill?" Papaw asked. "You look like you have just seen a ghost."

"Don't you see all this food in front of me?" Jill asked. "I have eaten two plates full of Roast Beef, Mashed Potatoes, Green Beans and Cole Slaw and drank 3 glasses of wine and my plate and glass are full again."

"Well, I don't see anything Jill," said Papaw, "I guess you are having a dream. Or maybe it was wishful thinking."
 Jill looked over at the fridge and could see the lavender haze creeping out from under the door.

Jill opened the door. 
"Come our Jasmine I think we need to talk. I can't keep eating all night long. And what about my third wish?" she asked.

"Well Jill all you need to do is just not eat all the food on your plate and it will not be refilled again, unless you want it." she said.

"But Jasmine," exclaimed Jill, " my Mom taught me to eat all the food on my plate and I always try to do all the things my Mom and Dad told me to do. Besides I won't get any dessert if I don't eat all my food."

"I told you," said Jasmine, "sometimes things don't always work out right. I don't know what happened."

"Okay Jasmine," said jill, "for my third wish, I wish for Chocolate Cake, for my second wish, Chocolate Cake and my first wish, Chocolate Cake."

"Okay," shrugged Jasmine, "let me get this straight. For your three wishes you want, Chocolate Cake, Chocolate Cake and Chocolate Cake, is that right?"

"Yes," said Jill. "Now does that mean that everytime I open the fridge Chocolate Cake will jump out?"

"Yes that is all there is to it. Now I have to go Jill. Are you sure you don't know Poop, Cocoa, Flowers and Roses, Ginger, Red Red Wine or Pepper Steak?
I know I remember those names from somewhere. All these strange people out there in Kitchen Land. I am sure glad I'm normal."

"Hey Jill, where did you get that slice of Chocolate Cake?" asked Mamaw as she walked into the kitchen.
Jill just dropped her face into her hands and shuck her head. She was laughing, laughing, laughing.
Mamaw sat down with her and Papaw came into the room and sat down soon they were laughing, laughing, laughing too and had no ideas what so ever why.
They just enjoyed being with their number one grand baby and having a good laugh.

"Jill," asked Mamaw, "I just made a Chocolate Cake, do you want a slice?
copied 05/11/2013.
 
   
 


               

              

3 comments:

Axiesdad said...

Hi, I found your blog by following the link from a comment you left on "Grandma's Briefs." I'm glad I did; it looks like perusing your posts is going to be fun. Hope you will take a look at mine. Things my Grandkids Should Know

Granny-Guru said...

I so remember my sons opening and closing the refrigerator door, kind of hungry, but not seeing anything that they wanted to eat. Thanks for the memories and the laugh.

Peggy Jones said...

Thanks you gals for reading my stories. I have 22 of them. Had tried to have them published but would cost me a fortune. Blessings to you all