DEAR OLD MOTHER….
--After three days of heavy snowing a slight tapering of the storm occurred. As a result a mommy bunny was having a hard time keeping her young bunnies inside the hollow log where they had made their home.
--She really didn’t blame them it was a tight fit and everybody was raring to go outside. If only for a little while. But every time she poked her head out and looked around. Her tail quivered and she had to frown.
--Because not only was there tons of snow everywhere but the branches of the trees were covered with ice. And if she wasn’t mistaken it was starting to warm up.
--With head hung low she started back to tell her little ones they’d have to wait for just a little while longer. She knew they would be upset, especially little Brownie who was such a stubborn one. But what choice did
She have, she remembered that fateful day when her dear old sweet husband just refused listen. And went out on a day such as this when the hanging ice did glisten. She shuttered at the dreary thought of that day.
--With eyes filled with expectation they all looked at her when she returned, she shook her head to let them know it just wasn’t safe yet, and had to wait just a little longer.
-- All were a little sad but returned to their play, all except Brownie. Who reminded her it looked like such a nice day, he couldn’t understand why they couldn’t go out. Just for a few seconds and get some fresh air.
--So she told him again of all she had learned, of all of the thing’s she try’s to pass along. He listened and rolled his eyes you see and finally went off to sulk because he didn’t really understand why it just had to be.
--As the morning sun progressed to finally reign in the noon day sky. The little ones were napping and the mommy bunny was taking a much needed brake. When she turned her back for a second one little bunny made his way slowly out of the log, out into the bright light of the noon day.
--He loved his mother he really did, but sometimes he was sure all she cared about was finding new ways to spoil his fun. Because it seemed like that’s all she’d ever really done.
--When he finally reached the little ridge above their home he took a deep breath and sighed what a relief to be outside. No more being cramped and stepped on by those pesky little ones. He was free and he was going to have some fun.
--He hopped and he jumped, and he ran about. It was so much better being outside than in. He bounced around and shuttered with glee oh what an old fuss bucket his mother could be.
--About this time a warm gentle breeze went through the glen. Setting off tiny ripples of warmth from the sun. Until high up above there was a tiny crack and an icicle did fall which set off another and another.
--Way down below in the middle of his play Brownie did stop, it seemed his tail was on fire and his nose was a twitter. He looked all around for the danger and didn’t see any. And then he looked up and almost fainted with dread .Falling from the tree’s above were a million icicle‘s that looked like daggers. And he knew right then he really should have listened to his dear old mother.
--With a mighty leap and a hop he started back to their home as fast as he could. With each close call and near miss he prayed for just one more chance to get just one more kiss from his dear old sweet mother.
--When he was about a foot away from the entrance he realized he wasn’t going to make it. He had no more to give his little heart was about ready to explode in his chest.
--All of a sudden he felt a pain in his neck and he was flying though the air. He landed in the entrance to his home just as there was a mighty crash.
--When the snow finally settled he looked back at the entrance and was quite amazed to see his mother standing there covered in snow dust but safe as could be. It was then that he realized who had saved him.
He ran to her side and hugged and cried. She patted his head and together they went to snuggle the others.
-- I guess the moral of it all might be no matter what we may think sometimes it’s best to listen to your dear old mother….
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