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		<title>&#8216;Pip &amp; Tibbit&#8217;</title>
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		<description><![CDATA[I was snooping around my old files lately and stumbled upon a children&#8217;s story I wrote many, many years ago. I never bothered trying to get it published as so many people told me one or more of the following:  a) That I was wrong for the industry b) That children wouldn&#8217;t understand it c) [&#8230;]]]></description>
				<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I was snooping around my old files lately and stumbled upon a children&#8217;s story I wrote many, <em>many </em>years ago. I never bothered trying to get it published as so many people told me one or more of the following:  a) That I was wrong for the industry b) That children wouldn&#8217;t understand it c) That it wasn&#8217;t that good. So, I&#8217;ve decided to pawn it off on you, my blog readers. Ba ha ha ha ha! Because, hey, it&#8217;s free and you can stop reading it if you don&#8217;t like! So, without further ado,</p>
<p><em><a href="http://fisheramelie.com/blog/wp-content/uploads/2011/08/Tea-Party1.jpg"><img class="alignleft size-full wp-image-339" title="Tea Party" src="http://fisheramelie.com/blog/wp-content/uploads/2011/08/Tea-Party1.jpg" alt="" width="192" height="169" /></a>Pip and Tibbit&#8217;s, The Mysterious Case of the Exquisite and Slight Missing Slippers</em></p>
<p>(Page 1)</p>
<p>Pip is a fine and gentle chipmunk of a lad.</p>
<p>The very best of chippies he thinks his mother could have had.</p>
<p>He dresses very smartly, donning a dark red cotton cap</p>
<p>And a leather shoulder bag for his ancient grand World Map.</p>
<p>On his dress, he wears a navy vest and soft tweed ivory slacks.</p>
<p>Good manners, he insists, a gentleman never lacks.</p>
<p>An agreeable chap of sorts, a highly loyal friend,</p>
<p>The sort of fellow, in your time of need, on whom you can depend.</p>
<p>The most cordial fellow, you’ll agree, that you&#8217;ve ever met!</p>
<p>And whatever that you ask for, you’d be sure that he would get.</p>
<p>(Page 2)</p>
<p>Tibbit is certainly a toad of polished class.</p>
<p>Always quick to tip his hat towards the ladies he would pass.</p>
<p>A refined good gentleman that Tibbit truly is,</p>
<p>And when you stop to tell him so, he’d surely just dismiss.</p>
<p>The most devoted of good blokes he is to worthy Pip.</p>
<p>When they sit down for their tea, he would dare not take a sip,</p>
<p>Unless his oldest and best friend has all that he could ask!</p>
<p>“Some sugar and some cream?” And Tibbit&#8217;s nimble to the task.</p>
<p>(Page 3)</p>
<p>Pip and Tibbit often walk Mister Healy’s garden perimeter</p>
<p>And discuss how dear Delia and Grace make their hearts go a’flutter.</p>
<p>But they also talk of other things, like centipedes and weasels,</p>
<p>And how esteemed Persephone acquired the beastly measles.</p>
<p>(Page 4)</p>
<p>Pip and Tibbit are altogether quite the dashing sleuths!</p>
<p>They claim it is a feeling they would get inside their tooths&#8217;,</p>
<p>But their mothers always knew it was an animal’s intuition</p>
<p>That the answer they’d be looking for would come in to fruition!</p>
<p>(Page 5)</p>
<p>So, of course, it’s not surprising that right after Tuesday’s lunch</p>
<p>Henry Butterflew came ‘round looking for their hunch.</p>
<p>“I cannot find my slippers! The pair that make me feel so dashing!</p>
<p>And the one’s, that if I lost, my mother warned me with a lashing!”</p>
<p>Pip and Tibbit ready to chime in with very sound advice.</p>
<p>But first offer up their services for a simply prudent price.</p>
<p>They agree on two ripe cranberries and all appeased with the transaction</p>
<p>Pip and Tibbit move on to questioning with utter satisfaction.</p>
<p>(Page 6)</p>
<p>“First describe to me the color of those shoes upon your feet.”</p>
<p>“They are gold with a red ribbon the same color of that beet!”</p>
<p>Henry pointed at the garden toward the beets in the vegetable patch.</p>
<p>“I knew they were too handsome! Someone’s taken them with a snatch!”</p>
<p>Pip continued on by saying, “Before we start to blame,</p>
<p>Are there any other features that could point us toward our aim?&#8221;</p>
<p>(Page 7)</p>
<p>Little Henry shyly made clear that his shoes had toes that curled</p>
<p>And that the ribbon, when the wind blew, would dance and swoosh and whirl.</p>
<p>Tibbit asked tiny Henry “Where were you with the shoes with curly toes?”</p>
<p>“I was drinking from my proboscis fine nectar from Healy’s prize rose.”</p>
<p>So they ventured toward the roses and Pip noticed something odd.</p>
<p>Tibbit noticed something too and gave the other a brief nod.</p>
<p>“There are footprints scurrying from the place that first you took your drink</p>
<p>And I dare say, my dear Tibbit that we may be on the brink.”</p>
<p>(Page 8 )</p>
<p>So they followed those light footsteps towards the field behind the shed</p>
<p>And continued to the Chestnut House where there lived a mouse named Fred.</p>
<p>“My dear Fred!” cried out Tibbit, “Are you at your home today?”</p>
<p>“Yes! I am! Please Come in! Come in, Tibbit, I dare say!”</p>
<p>“We’re inquiring on some slippers Henry lost in Healy’s garden.</p>
<p>Were you fortunate to have seen them?” Fred said, “Oh! I beg your pardon?</p>
<p>I recall my sister Ruthy with a pair she placed upon her doll</p>
<p>As she quickly ran right past me down our poky little hall.</p>
<p>She’s gone just down the lane to visit her gracious chipmunk friend.&#8221;</p>
<p>Pip said, “That is my dear Delia! She lives just around the bend!”</p>
<p>(Page 9)</p>
<p>They gathered up their party and with light but lively feet</p>
<p>All, including Fred, started wading through the wheat.</p>
<p>The lane never seemed so far before. The straw had grown above their caps.</p>
<p>So Henry flew above the grass to guide them through the gaps.</p>
<p>And after a short while, they reached Gooseberry Lane</p>
<p>And noticed their dusty path began to mud with misty rain.</p>
<p>But this did not discourage them! The sun shone brightly over Delia&#8217;s den!</p>
<p>And happy Pip felt his heart race as he would see his fair again!</p>
<p>(Page 10)</p>
<p>All excited with their purpose hastened on to Delia&#8217;s nest.</p>
<p>Delia arose as she heard the clamor and gazed out toward the west.</p>
<p>Pip cried out! &#8220;Dear sweet Delia! Is Ruthy here with you?&#8221;</p>
<p>&#8220;Yes she is&#8221;, sung out Delia, &#8220;and Grace is with her too!</p>
<p>Ruthy seeks the owner of a pair of slippers she just so happened upon</p>
<p>and is drawing a few posters to hang when the owner notices them gone. &#8221;</p>
<p>(Page 11)</p>
<p>Hearing the commotion Ruthy peered out through the window</p>
<p>only to discover her brother Fred with all his friends in tow.</p>
<p>Quite surprised Ruthy said, &#8220;To what do we owe the pleasure?&#8221;</p>
<p>Pip questioned little Ruthy, &#8220;We&#8217;ve heard you&#8217;ve found a treasure?&#8221;</p>
<p>&#8220;Why yes of course curious Pip! Grace and I were looking for the insect</p>
<p>that belonged to these sweet slippers, so tiny and so perfect.&#8221;</p>
<p>(Page 12)</p>
<p>A teary Henry with heart filled to the brim shouted with utter glee,</p>
<p>&#8220;You may quit your posters Ruthy. Those light slippers belong to me!&#8221;</p>
<p>Ruthy called out, &#8221; Henry! Are they yours? I am pleased and so relieved.</p>
<p>I found them without their owner buried deep within some leaves.&#8221;</p>
<p>&#8220;I misplaced them&#8221;, said cheery Henry, &#8220;and I am glad that you were there!</p>
<p>I can tell that they were handled with devoted and great care.&#8221;</p>
<p>(Page 13)</p>
<p>&#8220;A celebration is in order!” said Delia, “We shall serve a garden feast!&#8221;</p>
<p>Grace said, &#8220;Oh! That is just the ticket! To say the very least!&#8221;</p>
<p>They gathered &#8217;round the garden and with enlivened tongues and hearts</p>
<p>Held a witty and merry visit while they ate their cherry tarts.</p>
<p>And little did they know, that as they spoke their friendships deepened</p>
<p>And created an enduring bond that would not at any time be cheapened.</p>
<p>Unaware, the sweet company had learned several lessons this day.</p>
<p>To truly feel achieved, taking care of others is the only way</p>
<p>And an altruistic heart, even at this tender year,</p>
<p>Will design a kindly older soul and keep their friendships near.</p>
<p>But all this shall not be revealed as youth will not allow</p>
<p>And suitably, they will play and tease and jest for now.</p>
<p>And in this very minute, Pip and Tibbit felt proud and bold and gallant</p>
<p>And satisfied that another case was solved toward their improving talent.</p>
<p><em>Copyright 2011, Fisher Amelie</em></p>
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<p><em> </em>You have hereby been subjected to my attempt at children&#8217;s literature. I hope you enjoyed reading as much as I did writing it. I suppose I <em>will </em>keep it to this limited group and not torture children with it, as I suspect they will run away with their hands over their ears. Poor chickadees. Oh, well.</p>
<p>Now, who&#8217;s up for reading my young adult novel. Ba ha ha!</p>
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