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The Sheep and the Pig

Barnyard animals set off to make a home and use their strengths together.

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The Sheep and The Pig
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C. S. B., inspired by the Scandinavian Folk-tale, retelling of an old fable

Annotated by Van Allen Bear

One morning, bright and early, a nice and plump curly-tailed pig laid around in his sty. There were pleasant things to see, but I tell you, he always dreamed of what lay just past what the eye could see. Along the fence a far-eyed sheep dreamt the same dreams as he. “What would a world beyond the farm be like?” the plump pig asked to the far-eyed sheep. “Let’s see, let’s see, an adventure for you and me!” So, with heads held high, they set out together beyond the farm, the fence, the sty–to build their humble home. For the thing they both wanted was a house of their own.

“We will build us a humble house,” said the far-eyed sheep and the plump pig, “and there we will live together.”

So they traveled quite a ways away over the blueberry fields, and down the town lanes, and past the apple orchards, and through the woods, until they came upon a mister rabbit sitting upon a stump.

“Now where would you two be going this morning?” asked mister rabbit.

“We are going to build us a humble house,” said the far-eyed sheep and the plump pig.

“I’ve been in this sheltered stump, you see, may I live with you?” asked mister rabbit.

“What can you do to help? We have much to do.” asked the far-eyed sheep and the plump pig.

Mister rabbit scratched his leg with his foot for a short while, wanting to impress these gents, and then he said: “I can gnaw pegs with my teeth; I can put them in with my paws.”

“Well said!” said the far-eyed sheep and the plump pig; “you may come with us, if you please.”

So the three went on a long, long way farther, and they came, all at once, to a gray speckled goose tending to her bushel of berries.

“Good heavens, Where are you going?” asked the speckled goose of the three.

“We are going to build us a humble house,” said the far-eyed sheep, the plump pig and mister rabbit.

“I have oh so many berries, and no one yet to share them with. May I live with you?” asked the speckled goose.

“What can you do to help? We have much to do.” asked the far-eyed sheep, the plump pig and mister rabbit.

The speckled goose tucked her leg under her wing, looking at the bushes and the trees for a minute, and then she said: “I can pull moss, and stuff it in the cracks with my broad bill, we will stay warm and dry this way.”

“Good!” said the far-eyed sheep, the plump pig and mister rabbit; “you may come with us, of course, and you can surely stay.”

So the four went on a long way again, and, all together, came upon a red barnyard rooster scratching in the soil.

“Now now, slow down there you four! Just where are you going?” asked the red rooster.

“We are going to build us a humble house, ” said the far-eyed sheep, the plump pig, mister rabbit and the speckled goose.

“I have been in these thick woods for many years. I wish to see a prairie or hills, with bugs and grain. May I live with you?” asked the barnyard rooster.

“What can you do to help? We have much to do.” asked the far-eyed sheep, the plump pig, mister rabbit and the speckled goose.

The red rooster stopped and preened his feathers in front of the four. He strutted about for about a minute, and said: “I can crow very early in the morning; I can awaken you all in time to get all of the chores done in the day!”

“Oh, Good!” said the far-eyed sheep, the plump pig, mister rabbit and the speckled goose; “you may come with us, if you would be so kind.”

So the five went a ways until they found a place, a place there for their house. Then the far-eyed sheep split logs and placed them for the floors; the plump pig made bricks for the cellar and battered up the doors; mister rabbit gnawed pegs with his sharp teeth, and hammered them in with his paws; the speckled goose, with her broad bill, pulled and stuffed the moss; the red rooster crowed early every morning to tell them when to rise, and they all slept so well each night in their humble house, beneath the starry skies.

To each lies a strength–no one is alone, as man is not intended to live as a hermit. Reclusion is as antithetical to man as is mastery of all skills. We need one another as do the sheep, pig, rabbit, gray goose, and rooster.

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The Busy, Busy Banker

A Van Allen Bear original children’s story.

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An Original By Van Allen Bear, With Special Thanks to Purely Living Papa Bear

In a little town across the hills, there was a busy market and school with kids at play. Busy, busy was this town, everyone was out-and-about for the break of spring. All the parents were having a grand old time, all the moms and all the dads, all but one. This was a man who had a very busy job in a very busy bank. They had so many checks coming in and things to read and stuff to stuff and coins to count! On these notes the people were so hurried and busy that they would accidentally misspell the names and the information to pay one another! This bothered the busy banker very very much, for he had to correct these honest errors while auditing the checks to make sure his friends could go about their business. He knew all the people and all the people knew him, so the busy banker knew exactly what the well-meaning parents meant to write, and there was never an issue. But, oh, this was the busiest time of the year, very busy indeed! There were so, so many things to read and errors to correct, it drove the busy banker sour.

“Bah! These parents keep making mistakes and it’s got me all sour and twisted up! This time of year is always the worst with all these notes going in and out of the bank with all these errors on them! Here’s one,” he picked up a crispy white check, “twenty dollars for a soccer ball? The name is written in such poor handwriting, but I know it’s from Mr. Hemsworth, I’ll have to make it right, after all, the man just bought a soccer ball. Another one,” he said, while lifting up a wadded up blue check, “This is hardly legible! I cannot read the name so well, and it says thirty-four dollars for… for a… pair of… sour cream?! There is no such thing as a pair of sour cream, this just cannot be right. Ah, wait now,” he said as the teller offered a magnifying glass to the check, “a pair of… yes, shoes, alright, soccer shoes it says! My goodness what terrible handwriting, this must be from Mr. Dremmer for his son Scott. Yes, with a trained eye, one can tell this is truly the work of Mr. Dremmer.”

The busy banker kept going on and on about all these checks and accounts and to each one there was a mystery of some kind, something that was missing and that was driving him straight sour! “Oh, how this is so bothersome and everyone might be doing this on purpose to make my day so hard and unenjoyable to the point that I’m straight sour!” he said while he was closing up in his office.

He couldn’t help thinking all evening and all night about all these misspelled accounts. The busy banker’s children were in the yard and asked him to play, but the busy banker was in such a bad mood that he just wouldn’t go, but instead watched them from his thinking chair on the porch.

This continued all week; all week the busy banker woke up sour, went to work and got more sour, and came home all upset and in his head. That Sunday night he said, “surely there must be something to this, it’s busy like this every year, but this year is extra busy! I’m going to catch the next person who gives a check and ask them what has got all this business in town.”

When the morning came, bright and early, the sour busy banker perched by the deposit box and waited for the first check of the day. Not long after 7 a.m. there was Mr. Cotton and his son Rufus to make a bill of transfer.

“Good morning sir, and how can I help you today?” the busy banker asked of the two.

“Hello sir, good day, we are here to make our first payment to Mr. Hemsworth! It’s a meager amount but the man doesn’t ask for much, just enough for supplies and snacks for all the children.” said Mr. Cotton.

“What now, what now you say? That’s quite interesting. I know the man just bought a soccer ball for his family. Why, might I ask, would you be paying him an honest amount? Is there something happening that I’m not aware of?” asked the busy banker.

“Why yes!” said little Rufus, “yes there is a soccer league starting here, all the parents’ kids are getting older and we want to play sports!”

“Good heavens! No one has told me! That’s something alright.” said the busy banker.

“Well, I suspect you’ve been too busy sir,” said Cotton, “here’s the news: Hemsworth is making a large league with teams, and his own children are going to play. His daughter is in the girls’ league and his son in the boys’ league. Isn’t that such a good idea?”

As the day went on, parents were buying shin pads and shoes and a big order of 100 tall blue socks. Of course, there were countless revisions to be made and all sorts of things to read and all kinds of coins to count! My oh my was this banker busy, he was very busy indeed.

That night he came home exhausted and plopped his briefcase on the table and sat in his thinking chair on the porch and watched his children play. They called him to join but he had been so busy that he had just no energy left to do more than spectate. But then, suddenly, he had a wonderful idea, “Children! Come close, I’m going to tell you what: I’ll ask to get you into the soccer league that’s just starting, and I will come watch after work and you will make the afternoons full of games and snacks and practicing with some new friends.”

“Yes dad, that sounds perfect! Thank you!” said his children all together.

The next day the busy banker wrote a perfectly legible, wonderfully crisp check to Mr. Hemsworth for an honest amount. Another parent came into the bank to do the same, and the busy banker was happy to correct the errors on the check, for he knew that it was not for a “nu jerzey,” but instead for a brand-new soccer jersey! It was less busy that day, for there was less of a mystery to what all these misspelled checks were for and to who they were addressed.

Upon the end of the week, the first practice was to begin, and the busy banker’s wife had gotten the children to the fields on time with new jerseys and shin guards and shoes.

The busy banker went to the fields to watch his children practice after work and there he met quite a few new parents that he hadn’t seen before. They were quite nice, and the busy banker recognized them by the names on the checks as they introduced themselves.

“I do apologize, however, I cannot help but comment that your checks are all misspelled when they come to the bank, and it makes us all quite busy.” Said the busy banker to the newly acquainted parents, “It’s quite some trouble, but we at the bank have been able to sort it out with some thinking.”

Embarrassed, the parents told the busy banker that they were busy too, and suspected that they had made some mistakes. They explained they knew how smart and good the busy banker was at fixing their mistakes, and that he was in the bank all day setting things right. They are grateful that the busy banker does such a good job of making sure things are in order so all the parents’ children can play in the new league and Mr. Hemsworth can make a fair wage.

Just as they had finished saying so, Mr. Hemsworth called a break. Coach Hemsworth, and a long friend of the busy banker, asked him to hand out oranges. The busy banker was introduced as the man whose kids are also practicing and who makes sure that the finances are all straightened out so everyone can have their shoes and their jerseys on time. The kids said all together, “thank you!” to the busy banker and he couldn’t help but smile a delighted smile.

From there on, the busy banker found a sense of pride in his corrections, for they relied on him and he was happy to offer his time to help the parents and kids all play soccer and get their expenses in order. No more was the banker so busy and sour, now the banker realized that he was a critical part in helping all the parents in town who were just like him. They weren’t making his life hard on purpose, they were relying on his hard work and diligence for he was the best at writing checks.

From that day on the banker always gets excited for the sporting times of the year. It seems all he needed was a little change of perspective for all his hard work that was keeping him so busy, and he knew it was a duty of his to make sure the town kept busy and happy and playful all summer long.

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Children’s Stories Column Announced

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Dear Readers, there comes a time at night, before the stars alight, where the children set off to bed,

But before they sleep, and count their sheep, they wish for a story said!

This time aside, from life’s unwind, belongs to them–it’s surely kind.

In this publication there will be select stories fit for children of all ages. Morals can be found within these stories, is why they are selected. Stories play a vital role in the growth and development of children. Of all the rich stories there are in the world, it is of my opinion that the works featured here are for the intent of learning from their lessons and understanding the behaviors of societal life through relatable characters and adventures. The value is here for us all to share, and may one keep in mind that they are inspired by classic tales from the western world.

Note to copyright complaints: The intent of featuring these stories is simple, that they are of utmost value to the readers, their children, and to the generations to come. The stories will be altered and changed, but follow along the age-old and traditional themes and cite the original authors. Please email any copyright complaints and know we wish to have good stories live on.

Sincerly,

Van Allen Bear

Editor@BeartariaTimes.com

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