“Did Bunty say what time she’s coming? Doesn’t matter, really, because she’ll just let herself in. Did you warn her that the house has shifted and the door’s sticking right now? Okay, so let’s go over what’s on today’s to-do list. I’ve got three pet portraits for Marketplace orders, and you’ve got that guy’s coloring book to finish. Barring catastrophe, we should be able to clear our list and still have time left for visiting with Bunty.” “That sounds good to me. Do you think we’ll have time to feed the sheep after that? Harold told me we were welcome any time. Can I eat my snack now, Bethany? Then when will it be time? Okay. I’ll get to work on the coloring book.” 9:00 71.2 degrees “Oh, good. The clock says that we have lots of time to get these commissions done. That clock is one grand thing, isn’t it, Bethany? Keeps me on track.” “It does? Well, just make sure you keep track of how much time you spend on that project. I think I’m going to start with the cat. I just love doing pet portraits! Do you think it’s a little cool in the house this morning? Yeah, I heard what the clock said. I really don’t want to change to long sleeves, because they just drag across the paper and ruin my lines. Maybe we could close that window . . .” “It’s gonna get hot in here if you close that window. Which pet are you working on? Oh, that one. Very cute. I need to sharpen my pencil. Where’s the sharpener? Hmm. That’s better. Bethany, I’ve been thinking. Wanna go to the art-supply store and check out the clearance aisle? I don’t know. When we’re done here.” “I think we’d better work on one thing at a time, Liv. We already have artwork to finish and plans to visit with Bunty and Harold. Let’s see how the day goes, all right? If we have time, we’ll pop in. Now, let’s get to work. That coloring book isn’t gonna draw itself.” “I think I hear the mailman, Bethany. Too early? Well, it must be someone else then. I’ll just go and see who it is.” “So, who was it? I didn’t think so. If you don’t get started soon, we won’t have any free time later. Well, then get a cushion for the chair or stand up.” 10:00 71.5 degrees “See there, an hour has passed and you haven’t drawn the first line. Whose idea was it to get that stupid clock, anyway? Well, it doesn’t keep me on track. It just makes me nervous. Hey, Liv. Are you sure you don’t want to try this new paper? It’s really nice. I know, but it might be worth a try. Boy, it works really well with this set of pencils.” “I’ve got the perfect idea for how to do this one. This cat is loaded with personality in the photo. Hey, Liv. I’ve been thinking. Why don’t we try my collars and bandanas in our mini-store at the Marketplace? I really enjoy making them, and people might like something handmade. I thought so, too. I’ve been thinking about a name for the store. How about ‘Sparty Party’? Great, but we need to come up with a logo before we can get cards and labels printed. There now, that’s one down. How’re you coming with the coloring book, Liv? Liv? How’s the coloring book going?” “I haven’t started that, yet. There’s still plenty of time. Stop worrying. I’m just warming up with Baby Yoda. You know how it is . . . Well, you should know. You have to be “in the mood” to do stuff for that guy. But I’m already on my second sketch of Baby. For our comic book. I know, but I told you already, I still have plenty of time. Do you like this one or the first one better?” “Oh, Liv. Yes, Baby is cute, but you really have to get that book done today.” 11:00 74.3 degrees “Oh, great! There’s the morning nearly gone. I think we can write off the art store and the sheep. Let me finish this second pet portrait before we stop for a snack. Besides, it’ll give us a chance to clean up this table and start fresh this afternoon. Start being the operative word here, Liv . . .” “There! That’s two down and one to . . . LIV! What are you doing?! What in the world are you going to do with three Baby Yoda sketches? I don’t know. Maybe we can sell them in the mini-store. But you really do need to concentrate on your commission work first. Have your snack, while I clean up this mess.” “What mess?” “I love chocolate chip cookies. But it looks pretty big. I’ll save the C&PB for later. It’s really nice to sit down for a minute.” “I ate my cookie earlier. I’ll have my celery now. What will we snack on later? Oh, good. Can we open the window now?” “Which one is your favorite sheep, Bethany? Of Harold’s sheep, I mean. I like Ruth the best. If I had a lamb, I’d want one just like Ruth. That’s really nice coloring you’re doing on that pooch portrait. What coloring? I’m just sketching. Can’t you see? I’m still warming up. Bet I get more done today than you do. I’m already on number four. Stop it. There’s still plenty of time for that.” 12:00 75.1 degrees “I’m definitely opening the window.” “Oh, no! I just thought of something else. And it’s going to be my cutest one yet. Don’t you just love having a whole day to sit and draw? There! All done! Which one is your favorite? And I got FIVE done — with time to spare! Maybe we have time to see the sheep before Bunty gets here. Want me to call her?” “Oh, Livie. They’re all adorable, but you definitely have to finish the coloring book before we can go anywhere. Okay . . . um . . . I guess I like #5 best. No reason, I just like it. There’s nothing wrong with the rest. Why don’t you have another snack? I can’t work one more minute in this royal mess. No, we’re not done. I have to color these in before Bunty gets here, and you have to start the coloring book drawings.” “I thought you were just doing sketches, Liv. How soon? Let me see that. Boy, that’s really cute. What did you use to mix that Baby-green color? Okay, well just finish that one and straight to the coloring book. Okay? Liv?” “Okay, just this one. I just love Baby Yoda! And this new brush is great!” 1:00 71.8 degrees “That’s better. I knew we needed to open that window. Huh? I was just talking to the clock. Ha! Are you done? Me, too!” “Hey, it’s Bunty! And just in the nick of time . . . I mean, right on time. Come on in! We’re just finishing up here, and you’re just in time to see what we’ve been working on all day. Yes, since early this morning. We’ve been at it all day, with hardly a break. You know what they say, ‘No rest for the weary.’ Is that right, Bethany? Well, close enough.” “Hi, Girls! You weren’t kidding, the house really has shifted. Well, I won’t keep you long, but I’d love to see what you’re working on. In fact, you could say it’s why I’m here. Cute shirt, Liv! The fresh air from that window sure feels nice today, doesn’t it? Wow, you two have been BUSY! How super cute! “Would you like a snack? How ’bout a cold Vernor’s Ginger Ale? Would you like to sit in the other room where it’s cooler? We just opened the window in here, so it’s still a little stuffy.” “No, thanks. Really, I’m great. Did you guys hear what my brother did? You didn’t? Maybe we should go in the other room and sit down. You won’t believe it, but he bought me . . .” “. . . very exciting, and I can hardly wait to show it to you. Eliot is an amazing brother. Say, I really like this guide dog, and Jill and Silver would love Baby Yoda. No, you’ll have too many kids there to spend this much time on each one. I think we need to stay with some simple black-and-white sketches. I’m thinking ‘5-minute Portraits’ or something like that.” “Hmm? Well, there’s the most amazing stretch of beach next to my new shop. I thought maybe you could set up there. In the sand, yes. Pete’s assured me that he can set the easel up so it doesn’t sink down or fall over. And that boy can make anything work! Sure, we’ll borrow a beach chair from Benny and Nanea. How many would you need? Well, think about it and let Pete know. He’ll get you whatever you need.” “Gotta run, now. Harold’s waiting for me at the sheep pen. He’s going to take a last look at Sheepie’s leg. Thanks for asking. I think it’s fine, but I just want to be sure before I let her out in the pen with the rest of them. Sure, Liv, you’re welcome to stop by any time. They love company! Glad this is going to work out. I think your portraits’ll be a popular attraction at the Wool Week Street Fair. Hope you get that coloring book done, Liv. Thanks for the chat. By the way, Bethany, remind me to show you my new stock of drop spindles. And the yarn bins have been restocked, too. Well . . . we’ll be setting up all day Friday and Saturday. Stop by any time. But be careful, I might have to put you to work. Toodle pip!” “Toodle pip?”
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“Hang on one second, Girls! The phone is ringing . . . Hi, Harold! Right now? Okay, but tell him I have to shower first and change. I’ll get there as soon as I can. Do you need me to bring anything from the house? All right. Guess I’ll pick up my walkie talkie when I get there. Actually, why don’t you put it in Eliot’s scooter? That way I won’t forget it. Okay, see you soon . . . I’m back, Girls. Do you know how long we’ve been Skypeing? What happened to our very quick question? Ha ha! Harold just called to say that Eliot wants me to meet him downtown as soon as possible. Oh, I don’t know. But I’ve gotta run. I still haven’t showered! See you tomorrow!” “Eliot, I think your sister is going to love this! I just wish I’d thought of it first. Do you think we should hide the sign or just leave it for her to see when she gets here? Oho! You’re right. She is probably going to keep it as a family heirloom. Here she comes. Let’s just stand here nonchalantly and see if she notices it. Not zoned out, Eliot . . . nonchalant . . . And break it to her slowly.” “I bought you something, Bunty.” “Way to go, Eliot. Nice and slow . . . Let me do it. Hey, Bunty. Heard you had an “outing” with Albie this morning. Really, why won’t you consider a bell around his neck? Whoa, whoa. Okay, sorry I brought it up. Anyway, we asked you to come into town, because your brother’s had an idea. We’ll give you one clue. It has to do with that sign over there. No, not the Pono’s Market sign. The other sign. Oh, Bunty. Why would your brother want you to go into the real estate business? Just think for a minute. You have a problem, Eliot has the solution, and it has to do with that other sign.” “Harold, go get Bunty’s walkie talkie and put it in my scooter. Fast, man. Bunty, I think I’ve found the answer to your Wool Week problem. How would you like a store of your very own, right here on Main Street, where you could store your sheepy stuff and hold regular sales and events? I’m being very serious. That’s what Harold was hinting at. See the “SOLD” sign on the window? I closed the deal with Henry this morning. It’s all yours.” [What Bunty and Eliot said to each other at this point in time is very private. Let’s leave it just between brother and sister. Hint: Bunty is very happy and grateful!] “Well, Bunty? Whaddya think? Yes, he is the best brother. And the best chum. So, now that your Wool Week event has a venue, we’d better start making plans. You know, there isn’t much time left, and we have to notify everyone about the change, and I’ll have to order in extra supplies at the diner . . . Oh, we’d better let the other Merry Men know what to expect, too, so they can stock up their stalls. Eliot, your timing was perfect for lighting Main Street! Yes, Bunty, his timing is always perfect! Whaddya think about . . .” “Oh, Eliot! I still don’t know how to thank you enough! Is it really ours? Mine? Like, my very own? Oh, I don’t know. I’ll have to think about that. A name is very special, and I want my store to have the perfect name. Something original, something unique . . . no not ewenique . . . something that encourages creativity. I’ll let you know. Well, how long does it take to get a sign made? You can’t rush something like naming your very own sheep shop. That’s it! We’ll call it Bunty’s “Sheep Shop”! That’s just perfect! What do you think, Harold? Says it all, doesn’t it? Are we allowed to keep that “SOLD” sign? We are? Well, don’t wrinkle or bend it on the way home, and make sure you leave it flat on the Dining Room table. I’ll treasure it forever as a memento of one of the best days of my life. Now, Harold, about that . . .” “I can open the Diner for pizza, of course, but what will we do about drinks and snacks? If you’d like, I could ask the Merry Men to come up with something. Do you think we’ll have a large crowd? This is a much smaller space than we’ve had in previous years. And what about advertising? And do you think we should cut down that big tree over there? Why don’t we ask . . .” “Which tree, Harold? Oh, that one? We’ll probably be okay if we leave it there. What about garbage cans, though? And OH NO! Where will we put the sheep? What petting zoo? There isn’t room on the street, and I don’t think anyone will be very keen on us putting them on the beach. Dirty sand, you know. Maybe we’ll have to forego the Petting Zoo this year. And did I tell you that Jill and Silver dropped by today to offer their services as the official Gift Wrappers for Wool Week? Really, no kidding! They’ve got a cart with wheels and everything. They could just roll through the crowd and wrap packages. No, not over there, over by the storefronts. And I’m going to call . . .” “Harold, what do you think about the state of this road? Do you think it’ll hold up to a lot of foot traffic? Eliot, do you think we should get Pete down here to re-pave it? Eliot? Oh, you’re leaving? I’ll see you back at the house. Harold and I have a lot to talk over. What? No paving? Okay. It was just a thought. Harold, do you think– Oh, and Eliot, please don’t forget to be careful with my heirloom sign. What? What’s so funny? You boys are always laughing at mysterious things. All right, so back to business, Harold . . .” “Methinks it’s going to be a long week. Uh-oh. Almost forgot to check back with Priscilla. Those two will be hours, and they’ll never miss me. I wonder what’s on the telly.” Beep, beep.
“So, that’s it in a nutshell. What do you think, Harold? Think she’ll like it? Okay. Like to take a walk across the street with me and look at it?” “Who’s Pono? You ever heard of Pono? I’ve never heard of Pono.”“Never heard of him.” “Must be one of the original settlers that Fletcher’s always digging around to find.” “Sounds like somebody’s dog. Anyway, remember when Amabel sold The Mango Tree to Hibiscus? Last month. You remember, Harold. Well, it was in the Gazette. Anyway, Hibby told me yesterday that she’s moving the store off Main Street but didn’t say what she was going to do with the building. When I came by early this morning, I noticed she’d put up a sign. What do you think?” “They couldn’t get that writing any smaller, could they? What? No, Harold, I do not need glasses. Did Bunty tell you to say that? . . . So what do you think? Think she’ll like it? A shop for all of her wool stuff, man. She’d have a place to store everything, and she’d never have to worry about Wool Week again. I thought that maybe the Merry Men would help her get it set up in time for this year’s Campaign day. It’s a big job, but I know my sister would be very happy if we could pull it off. Thanks. You’re a good pal. Hmm? Well, she does count on me to find a way around her little problems, and I don’t like to let her down.” “Says to see Henry.” “Hey, Nautilus! Have you seen Henry around here anywhere?” “You called?” “Wow!” “It’s a deal!” “Hey, Harold. I’ve got to pick something up at P&E. Can you call Bunty and ask her to meet me down here as soon as possible? The phone, Harold. You can’t very well use the walkie talkie, since I’m supposed to pick hers up from you. Thanks. Can I get anything for you from the bakery? You got it.”
Beep beep. “Hey, Priscilla, watch behind you.” Beep beep. “That’s a great cleaning mitt. I definitely need one of those for the Thrift Store. To sell? No, not to sell — to USE! I left my store key at home and had to run all the way back to get it, so I’m getting a late start. Is Sun-Ho around yet? I’m desperate for a lemonade. Hey, Eliot! How’s that TV working out? Great. Magnificent Men? No, I haven’t seen that one. Is it new? Sorry. I don’t have much time for movies.” “What’s that you’ve got on your hand, Priscilla? I think Bunty needs one of those. Can you order one in for me? Actually, I’m supposed to meet Harold at the diner, but Bunty asked me to pick up a box of pasties she’d ordered. No, it’s okay. I know I’m early. Why don’t you just flag me down on my way out? Thanks, but I’m good. Hmm? No, she’s got ‘a million things to do’ today, and Albie got out again. I agree. I told her the same thing. Lori, would you look around the Thrift for a collar bell for that little rascal? Just send it to the house, if you find one. Can I help either one of you before I go? Okay, but if you need anything, I’ll just be down the street. Gotta run, Girls.” Beep, beep. “I think I missed a spot over there. Can you see it, Lori? Lori? Boy, that girl doesn’t stay put for two minutes in a row. Now, why won’t this spot wipe off? Oh, no! A fly on the inside of the window. Wait just a minute, and we’ll get you out of there . . . How pitiful. Talking to a fly. I need to get out more.” Beep, beep. “Hey, Eliot! Be with ya in a minute. Lemme just finish wiping this counter down.” “By the way, thanks again for installing the lights down here on Main Street. A lot of the kids want Pizza delivered for dinner, and I don’t have space to do them in my little kitchen. The sand is a pain, but I don’t mind since it makes so many people happy. I’m almost done here. Why don’t you hang out with Sun-Ho and George? I think they’re over at the Smoothie stand. I saw Sun-Ho setting up earlier. I’ll wave when I’m ready.” Beep, beep. “Hey, Eliot! Whenever you’re ready, chum. And ask Sun-Ho to send something to drink over with you. I don’t care, whatever he’s got handy. Thanks! Are you expecting Bunty down today? Eliot?” Beep, beep. “Now where is that doily? Maybe it’ll help me forget my troubles. I wonder if Eliot has given a single thought to my Wool Week crisis . . . I think I know just where to put this . . . Maybe I should call Bethany and Olivia before I get started with the rest of this . . .” “Hi, girls! Just a very quick question, because I really don’t have time right now to talk. Any chance you’re going to be home tomorrow? I’d like to drop by (if I don’t have to chase Albie again) and talk to you about Wool Week. Uh-huh. He got out again. Yes, Bethany, a bell on a collar is a good idea. Sorry, I didn’t mean to sound like that. It’s just . . . I’ve already heard it from two others today. Okay, see you tomorrow. Want me to bring anything? I’ve got some apple cake left from lunch, if Eliot didn’t eat it all. You sure? Okay. Signing off. Hmm? Sorry. Harold makes us talk like that on the walkie talkies. I know, boys . . . Until–Yeah, I’m still here. Wish I could, but this afternoon is pretty busy. I’ve got ever so many things to do around the house. Albie needs to be de-burred, and I found the most darling old doily in the hutch that I need to find a place for. Yes, it’s ever so old and– No, it’s not made of wool, funny girl. Speaking of wool, did you hear about the Community Center? You haven’t heard? Doesn’t anyone on Islandshire take the Gazette anymore? Well, let me tell you . . .” “Place looks great, Harold. Glad the lights are helping. Anyway, I asked you to meet me here, because I’ve got a plan to help my sister out of her Wool Week woes. Yeah, she’s pretty upset, and I hate to see her so unhappy. She didn’t say one disparaging word this morning about me wearing my old boots, that’s how distracted she is. Ho! You said it. So here’s my idea . . .” [In order to maintain the suspense, Eliot’s plan will be revealed in a second installment, due to publish some time this afternoon. Be sure to check back to see what he’s come up with.]
“ELIOT! Where are you? Lunch is on the table. No, you go ahead without me. I already had a quick bite while I was making yours. I’m running so far behind with everything today, and the sheep haven’t been fed yet . . . Eliot! Have you seen my gum boots? Never mind! I found them!” “Oh, good, you’re here. When you’re done eating, just rinse everything and cover the leftovers. I’ll do the dishes when I get done outside. Any chance you’re going into town today? Harold said he fixed my walkie talkie yesterday, and it’s so much easier than always having to phone. Funny, isn’t it? For years, we’ve been phoning Harold, and now it’s an inconvenience. Anyway, be a dear and collect it for me.” “Oh, and while you’re there, see if he has time to come over and look at Sheepie. I think her leg is healing nicely, but I’d really like him to take one last look at it. And just one more teeny little thing. Would you stop by P&E and see if the Cornish pasties are ready? It would save me a trip into town. Besides, it might be a good chance for you to look around on the way down and figure out where we’re going to hold the Wool Week event. I know, I know. I’m just reminding you.” “Sure. Lunch looks good.” “My brother isn’t much for conversation. But he’s the best brother ever.” “Ta ta! Gotta run. Sounds like a herd of buffalo is out in that sheep pen. They must be really hungry . . .” “Let’s leave him in peace to eat his pasty. Albie is making an awful racket out there, and Eliot usually naps after lunch anyway. He won’t even miss us. I mean Eliot, of course.” “Here you are, my little angels. How is everyone today? Let me see your leg, Sheepie. Well, now, doesn’t that look great? Harold’s going to take another look at it, but I’d say you’re ready to pasture with the others. What is it, Berengaria? Is Wilby being more of a grump than usual? Okay, Molly, I love you, too. Boy, you are all restless today, aren’t you? Would you like me to sing to you? How about . . . WHERE IS ALBIE? Oh, no! Not again! Eliot! Oh, Eliot! “Sounds noisier than usual out there." “Oh, Eliot! Albie’s on the loose again! No, I’ve looked in all the usual places, and he’s nowhere to be seen. Oh, this couldn’t have happened at a worse time. Do me a favor, please, and give Marina a call. She’s helped me with this before, and Albie usually comes when she’s around. Ask her to come over as soon as she can. No, I’ll be all right. You finish your lunch, but please call Marina first. Oh, my . . ." “You’re sure you don’t need my help? Certainly, I’ll call her right away. Is her number on the Rolodex? Okay. But I still think a bell around that lamb’s neck would help. Sure. Go ahead, but be careful. I saw a nice stand of jewelweed out there last week, and you know what that means. I’ll give Harold a call, too, and tell him to be on the lookout for Albie at his place.” “Yoo hoo! Little lambiekins! Come to Bunty . . .” “Albie, dearest! Here, boy! Bunty doesn’t have time right now to play hide-and-seek. Where are you? I can’t see you.” “Bunty, you called? No, I meant me, silly. Eliot said you needed help. Oh, not again! Why don’t you put a bell on that lamb? He did? Well, then it must be a good idea. Let’s see what we can do about finding Albie, and then we’ll talk about a bell. So. Tell me where you’ve already looked. Great. Then let’s start on the sunny side of the pasture.” “Bunty, have you and Eliot ever thought of getting a goat or two? Or ten? Might help keep this pasture clear. Okay, you lead the way. Surround him? Bunty, can two people surround just one lamb? Okay, you’re right. I’ll whisper. Not even whispering? How am I supposed to let you know if I find him? Okay. I’ll be very quiet. Why don’t we split up here?” “Here, little Albie. Come to Marina. Yoo hoo! No, I’m not making too much noise, Bunty. I’m whispering. What good is that, though? He’s never going to come if he doesn’t know I’m here. All right, I’ll just look for him without calling.” “He’s not hiding behind the old willow stump! Oh, sorry. Ssh.” “There you are, you naughty little boy. Come to Bunty, and I’ll give you something nice to eat. No, no! Albie! Don’t run away! Come back here! Marina, he’s over here in the Lovage patch! Well, I can’t very well tell you where he is without making noise, can I? Oh, no! There he goes again! I think I saw him run toward the bramble patch. Let’s try to head him off from the blackberry side. Albie! Yoo hoo!” “Albie, where are you? Marina’s here, and she wants to see her little boy. Marina, say something. Wait, I think I see him hiding in the daylilies! You go around to the other side, and I’ll try to coax him out in your direction. Here, little guy! I see you! No, don’t go that way . . . forget it Marina.” “Albie, you get over here right now. This isn’t funny. Where’s my sweet lambie? Marina, I think he’s back in the Lovage again. Oh, Albie.” “Nope. Not here. Bunty, I can’t see that being quiet is helping matters very much. I’m going to start calling him again. A-l-l-lbie! Come here, you naughty little sheepie! Marina wants to see your sweet little face . .” “I’m coming over to your side, Bunty. I don’t think he’s over here. Boy, you really should talk to Eliot about getting a goat. Or a bush hog. It’s hot out here, and I’m getting thirsty. And I’m not exactly dressed for this. Well, last time was different. He just came when I called. Do you do this often?” “There you are, you fluffy little thing. Look at the nasty little burrs in your curls. Bunty’s going to have to work all day to get you cleaned up. You like to be clean, don’t you, little guy? That’s it. Come over here . . . You can come out now, Marina. I think we’ve done it. Just be very slow and quiet. There’s a good boy . . .” “Bunty just wants to feel how soft you are. Wouldn’t you like that? We’re by the elderberry, Marina, where the ground ivy grows so thick. Good boy . . .” “That’s it. Just a little closer. That was a fun game, wasn’t it, my little lambie? And you’re so good at hiding. Just let me give you a big hug . . .” “That’s a good boy. Just head right over to your favorite rocky peak. Woof woof. Pretend I’m Alton and that he wants you to run right over to where Marina is waiting. Woof woof . . .” “Woof woof? Bunty, you’ve got to be kidding. No, I am decidedly not going to talk like a dog. It’s bad enough that we’re talking to him at all, like he knows what we’re saying. Here, Albie! Come to Marina! What a good boy you are . . . not . . . That’s it. Right up on your rock. Oh, you’re such a good climber . . . Oh, Bunty, you’ve got me doing it now.” “Good boy! Now, just stay right there and show off your cuteness until Bunty can give you that nice big hug. Marina, I couldn’t have done it without you. Be careful, though, that he doesn’t step on your toes with those little shoes you have on. It hurts. Okay, you’re sure you don’t want to stay for a cool drink? Sure? Okay, I’ll talk to you later. And thanks a bunch, my dear. You’re always there in a pinch. See you later. Now, where’s Bunty’s good boy . . .” “Oh, Albie! How could you? You know Bunty has a lot to do before Wool Week. Let’s get back to the pen before the others kick the fence down. No treat for you tonight, young man. And I’m going to talk to Eliot about a collar with a bell. Oh, Eliot, where’d you come from? You can see we got him, and Marina had a great idea about putting a bell on him. I know you said it first. Great minds think alike, right? What? No, I think I’ll stay here this afternoon. Say “hello” to Harold for me. I need some lemonade and a shower. Oh, by the way, Marina had another good idea, too. How about a goat or two to clear that overgrown part of the pasture? Eliot? Eliot? Well, we’ll ask him later, little sweetkins. Right now, we have to get you back to the others. You’re such a cuddly little thing. I love you . . .”
“Don’t you just love a happy ending, Eliot? Just think. Our great-great-great grandparents dressed just like that. You know, I just had a great idea! Why don’t we go through their trunks in the attic and have a party where everyone comes dressed like Pride & Prejudice people? We could— I’ll get it. Hold that thought.” “Huh? What thought? Well, I wonder what’s on next.” “What’s that? Oh. It’s just ‘Those Magnificent Men in Their Flying Machines’. Well, anyway, that was Jill and Silver. They’re going to drop by for a minute to see if I need any help with Wool Week plans. You didn’t forget that you promised to find another place for me to put on our Wool Week events, did you? No, I’m sorry. You always work things out just perfectly. What? Yes, those are cool credits. I’m going to the Dining Room to start getting my things together. I told the Girls to just let themselves in. All right? Eliot? Okay, I’m going.” “Oh, I know they’re in here somewhere. I really do need to clean these drawers out some day. Hmm, I forgot about that doily. That might look nice in the Parlour . . . Now, where is that roving?” “Ta da! I knew it was in here somewhere. Let me see . . . which ones do I want? Well, might as well take ’em all.” “No, Eliot. I’m fine. No, I’m not pulling out too much stuff. Just what I need. Hmm? Well, how do I know, when I don’t know where we’re going to set up? I’ll just pull it all out and sort through it later. Pardon me? Oh, my! Is it that time already? Why don’t you just get Harold to deliver some pizza? I’m not very hungry, so just make my half plain cheese. Hmm? I’m glad you’re happy with the new TV. Mm-hmm, I’ll be careful. Is that you, Girls? Come into the Dining Room.” “It’s okay; Eliot knows I’m expecting you, but he’s watching a movie. No, we don’t have to be quiet. He’s seen it so many times he could watch it muted and still know what they’re saying. Oh, Girls! Did you see the Notice in the Gazette this morning? What?! Oh, you really should read the Gazette before you start your day. How do you ever know what’s going on in Islandshire?” “Anyway, my brother hired Pete and Mina to repair the roof on the Community Center, so we HAVE TO FIND ANOTHER PLACE to hold our Wool Week event! It’s okay, though, because he says he’ll figure something out. Yeah, he is a good brother. I’m trying not to dwell on the awfulness of it, so I thought I’d start gathering my wool stuff into one place.” “Let me set these down, and you can tell me your ‘great idea’. Oh, I forgot my manners! Would you like something to eat or drink? Are you sure? Harold’s bringing Pizza by in a bit. Well, if you change your mind(s) . . .” “Those don’t weigh much, but it sure is hard to keep them from falling all over the floor. You’re right. It would be nice if I had a little shop set up somewhere. Not only would I have a place to store it all, but I could sell off the extra stuff. Maybe I should ask Eliot about the idea. After Wool Week, don’t you think? (Wink, wink.) Hey, take a look at this year’s wool from Berengaria. Isn’t she an amazing sheep? And, before you leave, remind me to show you the most beautiful doily I found in the drawer while digging for the roving. No, funny girl, it is not made of wool! So, what’s your great idea? I could use a great idea for Wool Week right now.” “We were talking about how much fun we had during Wool Week last year and wondered if there were a way that we could be part of it this year. Jill, tell her your idea. Okay, I’ll tell her. But it was Jill’s idea! Anyway, we noticed that a lot of people last year were asking for Gift Wrapping. And we thought, couldn’t we offer to wrap gifts for the shoppers this year? We could set up a cart on wheels with everything we need. Something we could roll around to the different places, where we could wrap their stuff right on the spot. If it doesn’t fit in with your plans, though, it’s okay. We just thought we’d volunteer—" “DOESN’T FIT IN WITH MY PLANS?! It’s brilliant! I should have thought of it years ago! You Girls are so clever! Pardon me? No, whatever you pick will be great, I’m sure. Do you need any supplies or a cart or anything? I only have to ask Eliot, and he’ll get us what we need. Okay, if you’re sure. I’ll leave it in your capable hands. Oh, Girls, you’re the best! Just wait’ll I tell the Redheads! They’ll probably be your best customers! You were right, that is a great idea! Remember, if you need anything, just let us know.” “Bunty, did you needlefelt this sheep? You did?! Would you show me how to make this? If you make a list for me, I’ll buy all the supplies at the Show this year. I know you would. You’re a sweet friend, and it is a lovely offer of a gift, but I really want to learn to do this.” “Would this be an easy project to learn on? Oh, I can’t wait to get started. Now, when Jill pulls out her painting supplies, I’ll have my own ‘chair hobby’. We’re always looking for companionable projects. So, what kind of wool is this? Oh, never mind, I’ll never remember. Just make sure that when I come to your booth this year I get some of this. Oh, Jill, isn’t she a good friend?! Oh, Bunty, you’re such a good friend! Sorry to run like this, but we’ve got to be downtown in 30 minutes.” “Let us know as soon as you have an idea where the set-up will be. And say “Hi!” to Eliot for us. If we rush, I think we have enough time to go to the Gazette and subscribe. We’ll tell Trudy you sent us. Ta ta!” “Hi, Harold! Bunty, Harold’s here! Thanks, anyway. I’m sure the pizza’s great, but we’ve got a million things to do today. Smells good, though. Maybe we’ll plan a pizza party after Wool Week is over. Yeah, we just stopped by to volunteer to man a Gift Wrap booth at this year’s event. Yeah, Gift Wrapping. It was Jill’s idea. Sure, we’ll be easy to find. Just look for the travelling ribbon cart! Bye, Guys! Gotta run! See ya later!” “Oh, Harold! Did you hear the bad news? About the Community Center being closed? Good, I’m glad he called you. Two heads are better than one. Eliot promised to figure it out for me, but I’m still worried. We can’t call Wool Week off! I know; you’re right. He does always work things out. I just can’t help it! Pardon me? Thank you. Silver was just admiring it, too. She wants me to teach her how to make one for herself. Pizza smells good. Eliot’s watching ‘Those Magnificent Men’ in the den. If you hurry, you should be in time to see the American save the Coldstreamer. I know, me too. But don’t tell Eliot. Go on in, and I’ll join you in a minute. Oh, yeah! What do you want to drink with that? Right-o! Hmm? No, I heard that in an old movie the other day and have been waiting to use it. Oh, go on . . .” “Boy, that’s one long movie. I’ve just e-mailed the Redheads and asked for suggestions about where to have the Wool Week event. Now that your movie’s finished, maybe the two of you can put your heads together and come up with a good idea. No, apple pie and root beer for dessert is not the kind of good idea I meant . . . and you know it. This is serious. I mean it. Come on, guys. Laughing is not going to help. Okay, I can’t take it anymore. I’m going out to feed the sheep. No, they aren’t getting pie and root beer . . .”
Sorry, that’s not the one I meant . . . must have hit the wrong button . . . lemme try again . . . “I just love a lazy day and a good movie. This new TV/DVD unit is just what we needed, eh?” “Sorry, I was just talking to myself. Do you want to watch something with me?” “No, thanks. Not right now, but maybe later. I’ve just got to get the Community Center booked for Wool Week, or we’ll have to call it Bunty’s Spring Extravaganza.” Chuckle. “Do you mind waiting just a minute before starting? I might need some help with the form. Since the Gazette got that software update on their site, it goes wacky every now and then.” “You don’t mind, do you? It shouldn’t take too long. And then I could watch with you, as long as it isn’t one of those war movies. Anyway, I’ll just be a minute.” “No hurry. Hand me that book over there. Yep, that’s the one.” “Oh, Eliot. Isn’t it exciting? I mean, pretty soon all our friends will be here, and it’ll be so much fun. Hardly seems like it’s been a year since our last Wool Week. “Yep.” “ELIOT! Did you know about this?! Why didn’t someone tell me?!” “Not another cold front, I hope. That was a lot of work, hauling all that stuff inside. Okay, okay. What’s up?” “Can you make that a little bigger? Now, what’s the crisis? Wow, that was fast. I asked Pete and Mina to get that roof fixed as soon as possible, but I didn’t think they’d get to it this soon. Boy, that sure is a small screen. No, I do NOT need glasses. It’s just a small screen, that’s all. I don’t know. Guess we’ll just have to have Wool Week somewhere else.” “SOMEWHERE ELSE?! Oh, Eliot! This is a disaster, and you just sit back down with that book. What am I going to do? I just CAN’T cancel Wool Week. Oh, I can’t think straight. I really need help. And you’re so GOOD at fixing problems. Do you think it’s too late to ask Pete and Mina to hold their repairs off for another couple of weeks? Okay. No, I don’t want the roof to fall in on anyone.” Think. Think. Bat eyelashes at big brother. “I’ll figure something out, Bunty. Now come over here, and let’s watch a movie.” “Oh, Eliot! You’re the best brother a girl ever had!” “Hand that remote to me. They’re playing Pride and Prejudice. Okay with you? Wish we had some popcorn.”
Check out the new lighting installed by Eliot on the beach end of Main Street. Harold and his chums have been trying to drum up a dinner crowd for the diner and concession stalls, but the other kids just keep saying “It’s too dark down there at night!” Kudos to Pete and Mina for a fine job, and a big thanks to Eliot for making it happen. PIZZA, ANYONE?
The Islandshire Gazette has been informed that the Community Center will be closed for repairs until further notice.
We’re sorry for the inconvenience this may cause during Bunty’s Wool Week celebration and Christmas parties. Note from the Editor: I’m away on assignment right now, so Benny’s agreed to step in and finish the story. Excuse us for one minute, please, while we get Raito ready for his trip back home to Pleasant Island. He’s been here so long that it’s going to be very lonely without him. His sister and friends are missing him, though, so it only seems fair that he leave for a bit. (Besides, he has no more room in his bag for souvenirs.) We made him promise to return soon but were sorry to hear that he won’t be back in time for Bunty’s Annual Wool Week celebration. Maybe after the holidays . . . “Nanea, we’re already late! Come on!” Sorry if we seem a bit distracted today. My sister’s gone all weepy on us . . . girls. We’ve got to hurry to get Raito to the dock, where Nachito’s waiting to take our friend to the mainland to catch his train for Pleasant Island. “Hey, Nachito! Sorry to be late. We had to re-pack his souvenir bag three times before it would stay closed. Before you guys leave, would you mind taking our picture for us? Nanea says we don’t have a good ‘frame photo’ of the three of us together.” Say Cheese! Perfect first time . . . “Nanea, you’ve already given him seventeen good-by hugs this morning. Okay, one more, but then he has to leave. Let me hand you the bag, Nachito, but be careful. My sister filled it with so many gifts that it doesn’t wanna stay closed.” “Oh, Raito! It’s going to be ever so lonely around here without you. No, I’m not crying. I just don’t feel like smiling right now. Okay, one smile. Please, oh, please come back soon! Aloha!” “Hey, man. Have fun, and make sure you hold that suitcase closed. Come back soon, and we’ll take you to another secret fishing spot. What about Nanea? Nanea, if you don’t stop crying, your face is going to freeze like that.” “Aloha, Nanea! Don’t be sad. You’ve still got Flossie, and I’ll come back again. Oh, I almost forgot. I left a piece of cornbread for Flossie’s dinner in my hammock. Tell her it’s from me, okay? Boy, they aren’t going to believe this back home. I’m going to miss that chicken.” “Aloha, Benny! You’ve got to let me know if you catch that giant fish in the lagoon. Nah, the suitcase’ll be fine. I just won’t check it this time. Boy, your sister knows how to pack ’em . . . Gotta go, or I’m gonna be late for the train. Does Nachito know the shark story, or can I tell him while we’re heading to the mainland? Oh, well . . . my friends back home haven’t heard it. See ya soon!” “So, Raito, d’you enjoy your time with Benny and Nanea? Yep. They are great. I bet you can’t wait to get back home and share your own adventure stories. Do you have a sister? Does she have a grand-champion chicken? I agree. Flossie is hard to explain, but you didn’t really believe that bit about the shark attack, did you? Nah, I didn’t think so. But Benny gets a kick outta all the drama. Hey, we’re almost to the dock. You ready?” “What I wanna know is . . . how is Nanea going to take care of that chicken without me?”
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