Saturday, December 24, 2011

Season’s Readings 2011

A Message From Bigfoot:


It’s warm in my neck of the woods. Too warm. I’m no Abominable Snowman, but even Bigfoot wants a little snow on Christmas. Since that’s not going to happen, some of my friends gave me the next best thing—they rounded up their favorite snowy books.



MORZANT’S SNOWY RECOMMENDATIONS:


SNOWFLAKE BENTLEY

by Jacqueline Briggs Martin, illustrated by Mary Azarian

[PICTURE BOOK—NON-FICTION]

Houghton Mifflin, 1998


Zeenton does not experience the meteorological phenomenon of snow. On Zeenton, crystals form on vegetation during periods of extreme heat. If it were possible for one to gather enough of these crystals together to form a ball, and if, subsequently, one were to throw that ball in their friend’s face, the upset at the attendant searing off of facial features would be in stark contrast to the mirth exhibited by those participating in an Earth-style snowball fight.


Snow’s novelty has rendered it a tremendous source of fascination for me. Had I not read SNOWFLAKE BENTLEY, I would have assumed that a man as enchanted by snow as I am had come from a place where no snow existed—if not from the planet Zeenton, then from some region of the Earth untouched by the chilly crystals. But no, Wilson Bentley was born in Vermont, in the United States of America, where snow is plentiful. Mr. Bentley became obsessed with finding a way to preserve the beauty of the snow crystals he studied; he wanted to share their beauty with the world. Through determination and ingenuity, he perfected a method to photograph snow crystals. I would very much have liked to have known Mr. Bentley. I feel certain he would have been able to help me crack the mystery of Bigfoot’s photography impediment.



OVER AND UNDER THE SNOW

by Kate Messner, illustrated by Christopher Silas Neal

[PICTURE BOOK]

Chronicle, 2011


Perhaps what happens to outdoor dwellers in winter is common knowledge to native Earthlings. I confess I never considered the issue beyond the ursine population’s well-publicized annual periods of extended slumber. I suppose I took for granted that woodland creatures migrated to gentler climes. OVER AND UNDER THE SNOW enlightened me, however. Apparently an abundance of activity transpires under the seemingly quiescent cloak of frozen precipitate. With poetic language, the book follows a little girl and her father on skis over the snow while the father educates his daughter as to the concealed proceedings taking place under the snow. The girl is a fine scientist, observing hints of life forms on the snow’s visible surface and extrapolating the unseen happenings under it. Her red hat and scarf stand out amid the illustrations composed in blues and browns that convey both the chill of the season and the snug warmth of the concealed “subnivean zone.” An addendum provides additional information about the animals appearing in the book.



BEVERLY’S SNOWY RECOMMENDATIONS:


MAKING A FRIEND

by Alison McGhee, illustrated by Marc Rosenthal

[PICTURE BOOK]

Atheneum-Simon & Schuster, 2011


I hate snow. It’s cold and when the sun reflects off it, it hurts my eyes. If it were snowing now, you know what I’d be? Annoyed. Then I’d fall asleep and have nightmares about killer icicles. Or be eaten by a raccoon. Probably both. So forgive me if I’m not crying buckets because there’s no snow here right now. But who am I to deny the great and wonderful Bigfoot his snow book? This is the only one I like. The boy in it makes a friend, literally. He makes a snowman. The snowman isn’t magical. It doesn’t dance or have snowball fights with the kid. It’s just a regular stationary snowman that the boy loves. And then it melts. Now before you get all huffy and think I’m being a snow scrooge, it’s not the melting snow that makes me like this book. I like it because it’s beautiful. The boy is sad when his snowman melts. But then he takes comfort that the snowman is still all around him in the rain and fog. Was the tear I shed at this book’s lovely sentiment once part of a snowman? Give me a break.



OLIVER’S SNOWY RECOMMENDATIONS:

I like snow. You can play in it. You can look at it from inside your warm home. It’s quiet and soft.


NO TWO ALIKE

by Keith Baker

[PICTURE BOOK]

Beach Lane-Simon & Schuster, 2011


People who know a lot about snow say that every snowflake is different. I like to think about that when it’s snowing. This book is about how snowflakes are all different from each other and so is everything else. Like how Lenny, Violet, and I are all beagles but we’re not the same. I’m telepathic. I have freckles on my muzzle and tail. I can howl longer than Lenny and Violet. I’m different. I’m me. This book shows two red birds on a snowy day. They fly around and show how similar things are special. The pictures in this book are soft and cozy even though all the scenes are outside in the cold snow. Do you know what else are not exactly alike? Books about snow.



RED SLED

by Lita Judge

[PICTURE BOOK]

Atheneum-Simon & Schuster, 2011


I like this book. The only words are sound words. There are the sounds of footsteps in snow, the sounds made by a sled whooshing down a hill, and the sounds of animals gleefully shouting as they ride the sled. A bear borrows the sled from a boy without asking. He starts down the hill alone and lots of other animals pile on the sled as it goes. At the end of the ride, they all wipe out into a happy pile. The bear returns the sled. The boy watches for the bear to come back to borrow the sled again. When he does, the boy joins the animals on their next sled ride.



THE WINTER VISITORS

by Karel Hayes

[PICTURE BOOK]

Down East Books, 2007


There aren’t many words in this book either. The story is told through pictures in panels like in a comic book. The bears in this book borrow a whole house. They come to stay at a people family’s cottage after the people pack up and leave in wintertime. The bears take a sled ride. They use a canoe as a sled. My favorite part is when the bears invite all the other forest animals into the house for a big party. There’s music, cake, and decorations. The bears are good guests. They clean up the cottage before they leave in the spring. The people don’t know the bears were ever there. But they do wonder why the honey is all gone.



THE SNOWY DAY

by Ezra Jack Keats

[PICTURE BOOK]

Viking-Penguin, 1998 (1962)


The boy in this book is named Peter. He plays all day in the snow. He makes tracks and knocks snow off a tree. He makes a snowman. He lays in the snow and flaps his arms to make a snow angel. The best part of playing in the snow is when you get to go inside to warm up. Peter warms up, and so does the snowball he brings inside. It melts. It’s okay, though, because it snows again and he has more fun in the snow the next day.



HERE COMES JACK FROST

by Kazuno Kohara

[PICTURE BOOK]

Roaring Brook, 2009


You can have a lot of fun in wintertime. The boy in this book starts out bored. But then he makes a new friend who shows him how much fun winter can be. The friend is Jack Frost. He makes snow and ice. Because of Jack Frost, the boy and his dog can ice skate, sled, and and have a snowball fight. They have fun together all winter until the boy says a springtime word. That makes Jack Frost have to go away. But he promises to come back again next winter.



SNOW

by Uri Shulevitz

[PICTURE BOOK]

Sunburst-Farrar, Straus and Giroux, 2004 (1998)


This is about another boy and dog. They know all about winter fun, so they get excited when it starts to snow. There are just a few snowflakes and the gloomy adults say that’s all the snow there will be. The boy and dog are excited anyway. There are more snowflakes. Soon everything is covered in snow. The boy and dog dance in the snow with the Mother Goose and Humpty Dumpty characters from the town’s bookstore sign. The snow buries all the gloominess in pretty white. I hope this book makes Bigfoot feel better. The gloomies who say we won’t have snow could be wrong. If they are right, Bigfoot and I can still read these books together and pretend we’re having a white Christmas.



LENNY’S SNOWY RECOMMENDATIONS:

Sometimes snow is quiet and peaceful. Other times snow can make you want to have big, loud fun.


SNOWBOTS

by Aaron Reynolds, illustrated by David Barneda

[PICTURE BOOK]

Borzoi-Alfred A. Knopf-Random House, 2010


Snowbots aren’t robots made of snow. They’re robots who know how to have big, loud fun in the snow. In this book the robots’ school is closed because it snowed so much. They spend the day playing in the snow in special robot ways. The robot with a chainsaw arm can cut ice into neat shapes like penguins and castles. The robots go flying down hills extra fast and shoot snowballs at each other like cannons. After awhile all their robot parts get frozen and their parents bring them inside to warm up with hot grease drinks by the fireside. There’s even a robot dog who wants to go on a snowy walk.



PERFECT SNOW

by Barbara Reid

[PICTURE BOOK]

Albert Whitman, 2011 (2009)


In this book the kids don’t get a snow day. They have to go to school, but they don’t mind because they’ll be able to play with each other at recess.


There are two kinds of pictures in this book. There are some drawings in cartoon panels and there are pictures made out of clay. My favorite clay picture shows the playground from above. You can see all the kids in their colorful hats, scarves, and mittens playing in the white snow. One kid wants to make a snow fort and another wants to make a lot of snowmen. All the kids work together to build a giant snow fort made out of snowmen. You can tell by the pictures that the kids are shouting and laughing and whooping it up and having a perfect snowy time.



SNEEZY THE SNOWMAN

by Maureen Wright, illustrated by Stephen Gilpin

[PICTURE BOOK]

Marshall Cavendish, 2010


Everybody likes to build snowmen when it snows. This book is so funny. Sneezy is a snowman who is always cold. Being cold makes him sneeze. He tries to warm up with hot chocolate and melts. So the kids have to rebuild him. They have to rebuild him again after he melts in a hot tub and another time when he melts next to a campfire.


The kids try to help him keep warm without melting by giving him a hat and a scarf and a coat. It sort of works, except then he’s too warm. He wants to take off the clothes, but the kids won’t let him because they know he’ll be too cold again. They come up with a good idea to cool him off. They give him an ice cream cone to eat.


I like the rhymes in this book and I like the pictures. There are a couple of birds in the background doing funny things during the whole story.



VIOLET’S SNOWY RECOMMENDATIONS:


SNOW HAPPY!

by Patricia Hubbell, illustrated by Hiroe Nakata

[PICTURE BOOK]

Tricycle Press-Random House, 2010


I love snow! It makes me happy to play in snow. When I’m not playing in snow, I love to read about playing in snow and I’m so happy when I read SNOW HAPPY! because everybody in this book is having fun playing in the snow. There are lots of kids and dogs playing in the snow because kids and dogs love snow. There is one special dog. He is the main dog in the book. And that dog is a beagle like me!


The kids and dogs play in the snow and there are some funny squirrels, too, who make snow angels and throw snowballs. The colors in the book are pretty. The snow is white but there are colorful mittens and hats and scarves and berries and cardinals.


At the end of the day the kids and the beagle go inside to warm up with some hot chocolate and to cuddle up by the fireplace for a nap together. Even the squirrel is snug in his tree, ready to take a nap.



THE SNOW BLEW INN

by Dian Curtis, illustrated by Doug Cushman

[PICTURE BOOK]

Holiday House, 2011


I love this book because even though I love playing outside in the snow, after I am done playing in the snow I love to be inside all cozied up and warm. In this book a little girl cat and her mom run an inn and an inn is a place to stay and sleep when you are traveling away from your home. The little girl cat is named Emma and she has her very own room and she is going to have a friend sleep over but there is a snow storm and her friend is late. Lots and lots and lots of other guests come and the inn gets really crowded with bears and frogs and mice and rabbits and pigs and dogs and skunks and goats who are looking for a safe warm place to stay for the night. Pretty soon all the rooms are full and Emma is such a nice girl cat that she lets a momma fox and a little girl fox have her room. And Emma is sad because her friend still hasn’t come yet but don’t worry because her friend who is another little girl cat does come soon and she and Emma and the little girl fox camp out next to the fireplace and eat popcorn and that’s the best way to spend a snowy night. Eating popcorn with your friends and reading books about snow is the best way to spend nights that aren’t snowy.



BRIAR’S SNOWY RECOMMENDATIONS:


DAISY DAWSON AND THE BIG FREEZE

by Steve Voake, with illustrations by Jessica Meserve

[CHAPTER BOOK]

Candlewick, 2010 (2008)


All the other books featured on this list are picture books. I chose a lovely chapter book that is part of a series about a special little girl named Daisy Dawson who can speak to and understand animals. All the animals love her because she is kind and helps them. She takes the two classroom gerbils out for their first joyful exposure to snow. Later, she helps a dog and a mamma sheep recover what they’ve lost. Because I’m psychic, I already know Bigfoot will enjoy this quiet, peaceful-as-a-snowy-day story.








Last year’s holiday recommendations: Season’s Readings 2010

Tuesday, December 20, 2011

Briar’s Journal (December 20, 2011 to January 6, 2012)

Dream Entry*

May 23, 2003


It’s Christmas Eve. My friends and I are decorating our tree with old keys, paper clips, and a garland of four-leaf clovers. Three beagle puppies howl at a knock at the door. Bigfoot opens it. There’s a duck standing on the porch blowing a Christmas kazoo. Bigfoot invites him inside.


The puppies start to howl again, this time at the sound of something knocking around on the roof. Their ears twitch and they run into the next room. We join them in time to see Santa somersaulting out of the fireplace. The puppies rush him and lick his chubby cheeks.


“Come with me,” he says.


He takes Bigfoot by the hand and they swoosh up the chimney. Santa comes back to take each of my friends up the chimney. He comes back for me, but I’m scared. I don’t like tight places.


“Don’t worry,” he says. “It’s easier this way. Books are too heavy to carry in my sleigh.”


So I let him carry me up the chimney. Up, up, up we go. The inside of the chimney smells like candy canes. All my soot-covered friends are waiting for us on the roof. Morzant is explaining string theory to Rudolf.


Santa’s sleigh doesn’t look big enough to hold us all, but we squeeze in, except for the duck who flies along beside us kazooing “Silent Night.”


We don’t travel long, but we travel a far distance to a tropical island.


“All that North Pole stuff is to trick the paparazzi,” Santa tells us.


He takes us to a huge library made of palm fronds. It has coconut shutters and seashell shingles. In the lobby is a giant snow globe with tutu-wearing guppies performing The Nutcracker. I stop at the drinking fountain. Egg nog comes out. Nutmeg clogs up the drain holes.


“In here,” Santa says.


He shows us a room with hundreds of bookshelves, all draped with tinsel. A jingle-bell chandelier hangs overhead. There are plates of snickerdoodles on every table.


“Enjoy the books,” Santa says. “When I get back, we’ll have a cribbage tournament.”


And then he’s off, back to delivering toys to the world’s children.


My friends, the puppies, and I find books to read. Even the duck, now kazooing “Have Yourself a Merry Little Christmas,” makes a pile of books for himself by the big window so he can watch the falling snow.




In BIGFOOT’s pile of books:


WHY WE BROKE UP by Daniel Handler,

with illustrations by Maira Kalman

[YOUNG ADULT]

Little, Brown-Hachette

December 27, 2011


LOVE AND LEFTOVERS by Sarah Tregay

[YOUNG ADULT]

Katherine Tegan-HarperCollins

December 27, 2011


GIRL MEETS BOY: BECAUSE THERE ARE

TWO SIDES TO EVERY STORY by Kelly Milner Halls

[YOUNG ADULT]

Chronicle

December 28, 2012


THE STATISTICAL PROBABILITY OF

LOVE AT FIRST SIGHT by Jennifer E. Smith

[YOUNG ADULT]

Little, Brown-Hachette

January 2, 2012


EVERYTHING YOU NEED TO

SURVIVE THE APOCALYPSE by Lucas Klauss

[YOUNG ADULT]

Simon Pulse-Simon & Schuster

January 3, 2012


LOVE? MAYBE by Heather Hepler

[YOUNG ADULT]

Dial-Penguin

January 5, 2012



In MORZANT’s pile of books:


ZOMBIE TAG by Hannah Moskowitz

[MIDDLE GRADE]

Roaring Brook

December 20, 2011


LITTLE DOG LOST: THE TRUE STORY OF

A BRAVE DOG NAMED BALTIC by Monica Carnesi

[PICTURE BOOK—NON-FICTION]

Nancy Paulsen-Peguin

January 5, 2012


LOOKING AT LINCOLN by Maira Kalman

[PICTURE BOOK—NON-FICTION]

Nancy Paulsen-Penguin

January 5, 2012



In PENNY’s pile of books:


LEGACY by Molly Cochran

[YOUNG ADULT—FIRST IN THE SERIES]

Paula Wiseman-Simon & Schuster

December 20, 2011


STILL WATERS by Emma Carlson Berne

[YOUNG ADULT]

Simon Pulse-Simon & Schuster

December 20, 2011


EVERY OTHER DAY by Jennifer Lynn Barnes

[YOUNG ADULT]

Egmont USA

December 27, 2011


UNDER THE NEVER SKY by Veronica Rossi

[YOUNG ADULT]

HarperCollins

January 3, 2012


UNRAVELING ISOBEL by Eileen Cook

[YOUND ADULT]

Simon Pulse-Simon & Schuster

January 3, 2012



In THE DUCKS’s pile of books:


PANDEMONIUM by Chris Wooding,

illustrated by Cassandra Diaz

[MIDDLE GRADE—GRAPHIC NOVEL]

Graphix-Scholastic

January 1, 2012


THE CABINET OF EARTHS by Anne Nesbet

[MIDDLE GRADE]

HarperCollins

January 3, 2012


CINDER by Marissa Meyer

[YOUNG ADULT—FIRST IN THE LUNAR CHRONICLES]

Feiwel & Friends-Macmillan

January 3, 2012


WINTERLING by Sarah Prineas

[MIDDLE GRADE]

HarperCollins

January 3, 2012


DRAGONSWOOD by Janet Lee Carey

[YOUNG ADULT]

Dial-Penguin

January 5, 2012



In NORMAN’s pile of books:


SHOWOFF by Gordon Korman

[MIDDLE GRADE—FOURTH IN THE SWINDLE SERIES]

Scholastic Press-Scholastic

January 1, 2012


HOW TO BEAT THE BULLY WITHOUT

REALLY TRYING by Scott Starkey

[MIDDLE GRADE]

Paula Wiseman-Simon & Schuster

January 3, 2012


FANGBONE! THIRD-GRADE BARBARIAN by Michael Rex

[GRAPHIC NOVEL—FIRST IN THE FANGBONE!

THIRD-GRADE BARBARIAN SERIES]

Putnam-Penguin

January 5, 2012


THE EGG OF MISERY by Michael Rex

[GRAPHIC NOVEL—SECOND IN THE FANGBONE!

THIRD-GRADE BARBARIAN SERIES]

Putnam-Penguin

January 5, 2012



In BEVERLY’s pile of books:


PROMISE THE NIGHT by Michaela MacColl

[YOUNG ADULT

Chronicle

December 28, 2011


DUMPLING DAYS by Grace Lin

[MIDDLE GRADE—SEQUEL TO THE YEAR OF THE DOG &

THE YEAR OF THE RAT]

Little, Brown-Hachette

January 2, 2012


THE LIONS OF LITTLE ROCK by Kristin Levine

[MIDDLE GRADE]

Putnam-Penguin

January 5, 2012



In OLIVER’s pile of books:


PLANT A KISS by Amy Krouse Rosenthal,

illustrated by Peter H. Reynolds

[PICTURE BOOK]

HarperCollins

December 27, 2011


ALL KINDS OF KISSES by Nancy Tafuri

[PICTURE BOOK]

Little, Brown-Hachette

January 2, 2012


MAUDIE AND BEAR by Jan Ormerod,

illustrated by Freya Blackwood

[PICTURE BOOK]

Putnam-Penguin

January 5, 2012



In LENNY’s pile of books:


SOLOMON CROCODILE by Catherine Rayner

[PICTURE BOOK]

Farrar, Straus and Giroux

December 20, 2011



In VIOLET’s pile of books:


THE BIGGEST KISS by Joanna Walsh,

illustrated by Judi Abbot

[PICTURE BOOK]

Simon & Schuster

December 20, 2011


MR. PRICKLES: A QUILL-FATED LOVE STORY

by Kara LaReau, illustrated by Scott Magoon

[PICTURE BOOK]

Roaring Brook

December 20, 2011


THE REALLY AWFUL MUSICIANS by John Manders

[PICTURE BOOK]

Clarion-Houghton Mifflin

December 20, 2011


A GIANT CRUSH by Gennifer Choldenko,

illustrated by Melissa Sweet

[PICTURE BOOK]

Putnam-Penguin

December 22, 2011








* The dream entries from Briar’s journal contain premonitions of books that will be published in the future. Briar’s dream self foresees the books’ summaries and knows which will likely appeal to each of her friends. Briar always wakes up before she can see whether her friends will enjoy the books.

Monday, December 19, 2011

Three Minutes with Frostystein

Normandy #7: Two heads are better than one


Write for three minutes about this photograph.



Email what you wrote to woof at bright dot net by this Sunday (put “Norman is on Santa’s Good List” in the subject line). I’ll post as many of my favorite entries as I want next Monday. Include your first name (or, even better, use a pen name) and age (unless you’re tortoise-old). If you’re a published writer, include a biography to be posted with your entry.


I guess everybody was too busy last week making snickerdoodles for Santa, because I only got one entry from when I asked you to write for three minutes about…


…last Christmas Eve. A ruckus woke you up. You went to check it out and found Santa Claus sampling the snickerdoodles you left out for him. He wasn’t alone. You couldn’t believe who was reaching for the glass of milk…



Bigfoot


You couldn’t believe who was reaching for the glass of milk…

It was the Easter Bunny. It was probably inevitable that he’d show up eventually, ticked off that he never gets milk and cookies.


“I’m ticked off,” he says. “Nobody ever leaves me milk and cookies. And carrots? For reindeer? I’m a RABBIT for crying out loud! Did it never occur to anybody I could use a little carrot pick-me-up while delivering all those baskets?”


“I’m sorry,” I say. And I am, because it’s true. I never thought to leave so much as a carrot for the Easter Bunny.


There’s a tapping on the window pane. Uh-oh. It’s Cupid. He looks mad. And he’s got all those arrows.

Monday, December 12, 2011

Three Minutes on Christmas Eve

Normandy #6: A snickerdoodle surprise


Today is Normanday. That means I, Norman, can do whatever I want, and what I want to do is post four entries this week instead of three. But first, here’s this week’s writing prompt.


Write for three minutes about…


…last Christmas Eve. A ruckus woke you up. You went to check it out and found Santa Claus sampling the snickerdoodles you left out for him. He wasn’t alone. You couldn’t believe who was reaching for the glass of milk…


Email what you wrote to woof at bright dot net by the end of this Sunday (put “Norman is Taller Than You’d Expect” in the subject line). I’ll post as many of my favorite entries as I want next Monday. Include your first name (or, even better, use a pen name) and age (unless you’re tortoise-old). If you’re a published writer, include a biography to be posted with your entry.


Here are the entries from last week when I asked you to write for three minutes about this photograph.




Schae D. Lane

Breaking News


AP, Undisclosed Location, USA


Zombie like phenomenon griped a small, undisclosed community on Friday. A chemical mixture of ACME Weed and Starve and Special Ingredient X has caused several residents to enter a “zombie like state”. A spokesperson for ACME was not available for comment. However, a spokesperson for the Special Ingredient X Company did comment saying that “it is all ACME’s fault.” The community is being urged not to mix the two chemicals together and the products for both have been pulled from store shelves. The zombie like trance lasts a few hours and then wears off. The police have urged local residents to not engage any persons displaying the following traits: unresponsive to communication, glassy eyed, arms raised to shoulder level (especially if that person is wearing gardening gloves), moaning, or at ground level pulling weeds. As the effects of the chemicals wear off, the afflicted is said to be in a confused state, but states that their yards have never looked better. More to follow as this bizarre news story unfolds.


Reporter: Schae D. Lane



Wil, age 10

“Get ready potatoes, it’s time to roll,” said Rose Red Leader as they launch themselves at the man. Potatoes hurl themselves at the zombie. A carrot war photographer snaps this picture just before the zombie is pummeled by the potatoes. That slows him down a bit, but there are more still many more zombies. The onions line up. The war continues.



Wayne

Since being once bitten (but not twice shy) by a rabid Vermont zombie squirrel mild mannered gardener, Robert Barker, becomes The Sculk when angered by run away weeds and out of control hydrangeas. Not satisfied that most of the garden remains within the chalk lines Robert drew as a child, The Sculk terrorizes neighboring garden vegetation until order is obtained or The Ruth calls him for dinner. Besides the calming feelings of garden order that bring The Sculk back to his mild mannered self, only The Ruth can snap his attention back to reality and the Honey Do list he sets aside when the rage of voracious vegetation strikes.



Kelly Bingham

www.kellybinghamonline.com

author of SHARK GIRL and Z IS FOR MOOSE (coming out in March 2012)


THE LEGEND OF THE CRAZED GARDENER

OR, AS WE CALL IT

THE LEGEND OF ST. SHOVEL

It was dinner time, and Henry and I were out eating marigolds and begonias. As a bonus, we’d found a place with an herb garden. You have to love herb gardens. So thoughtful of people to put out herbs to spice up our meals for us. And in case you’re wondering what to make for dinner tonight: Begonias and Basil. Oh, yes. DELICIOUS. We appreciate it when people who plant one usually plant the other. And yet—the same people who plant herb gardens make a huge fuss when they see us enjoying it. I don’t get it. What’s up with THAT? We’re always getting chased, or trapped, or worse! Anyway, there we were, my little brother and I, just hopping around and nibbling in the cool autumn evening, and then all of a sudden, there SHE was. A CAT!!


She was little, but powerful. She jumped on Henry in a blur of calico and yowled. Henry shrieked, rolled over and gave her the bunny kick. The cat looked stunned. I dove in, giving the cat a savage nip. She turned to me and Henry leaped away.


The cat leaped at me, I slipped, and she had me pinned. She lifted her claws and opened her mouth. This was it. I was going down, just like Uncle Muffy. And Uncle Joe. And Aunt Harriet. And all the rest. But then…then it happened.


A crazed gardener exploded out of nowhere. He screamed and held up his gloved hands, dancing up and down. The cat leaped straight into the air. By the time she hit the ground, both Henry and I had shot off in separate directions.


I huddled underneath a log pile, listening to the shrieks and shouts of the Crazed Gardener. The cat screeched. Something crashed. The cat flew past my line of vision, and moments later, the Crazed Gardener raced after her, brandishing a shovel. “THIEF!” He was screaming. “BASIL STEALER!! BEGONIA EATER!!”


I slipped out and found Henry hiding under a car. We hastily gathered enough begonias and basil to see us through our evening TV show snacking, and then we beat it. We returned home and told everyone what had happened.


My mother said that surely the gardener was a saint, sent to rescue us. My brothers said he must have been an angel. My cousins said I was making the whole thing up.


But one thing is for sure. That cat never returned to that particular begonia patch. Neither did the gardener, but those plants still grew and thrived and provided us with many meals. And we never had a moment of trouble in that patch again. Maybe my mom was right. Maybe he was a saint. We decided to call him St. Shovel, the patron saint of rabbits.


Every year we pay homage to him by singing a special song, sacrificing a rose clipping, and placing begonia seeds along the windowsill. Then, we place a bunch of basil on the sundial near the edge of the garden. And every year, the basil is gone by the next morning, a large footprint in the grass nearby the only sign that maybe, just maybe, he returns, and hears the thanks of the rabbits everywhere.



What a fantastic crop this week! (I can make bad puns like that if I want, because it’s Normanday.)