Blogging Friends.... With every fictional children's story I write
usually envision it weeks, if not months, in advance. That being mentioned. As
someone who lives with premature short-term memory loss, I always, always,
always make messy, unorganized notes on a Word document file. I just do not
want to forget anything!! Then, come the scheduled day of when I begin writing
my story, I always sort through these notes {Often organizing them a bit!!} and
crossing my notes out as I go. But with this story? I abandoned my notes!! Because
apparently I did not need them!! My trusty creative Brain Juices simply guided
the way!!
I am a writer, an artist who paints pictures with words.
I pour my heart and soul into every
fictional story I create. I live for
your sweet, encouraging comments, so please, please, please keep them
coming!! I appreciate it.
For my dear Blogging Friends who have children. You may print this
story off and read it to them!! I am alright with that!! Enjoy!!
"The Case of the Mysterious Easter Eggs"
Hope was not like other Beagles. Sure, she had big light brown
floppy ears. A white stripe down her face. Big round milk chocolate-brown eyes.
Four short legs. But while most Beagles use their black noses and curious
adventurous minds to find trouble, one Spring afternoon, Hope sniffed out
something that had an even greater importance.
It was a warm sunny April day. Outside, there were clear blue skies
with no fluffy white clouds in sight. Cheery pink, yellow, red, orange, and
purple tulips filled people's flower gardens. Hope, as usual, happily explored
the backyard. Her neck was bent, white-tipped tail wagging, and black nose
buried deep in green grass. Then Hope found something. It was not a furry
floppy-eared bunny or downy chick. No, the hunting dog in Hope didn't want to
eat what she had just found. Pure almost childlike excitement rushed through
her.
Hope then let out some deep-throated barks that only a hound dog can
make.
Arooo!!
Arooo!! Arooo!! Arooo!! Arooo!!
"Whoa!!" Hope exclaimed, "What is that?"
Hope's barking instantly woke up Emanuel and caught his attention. He
had been napping. Emanuel is a light tan, black-nosed, curly-haired,
floppy-eared Cocker Spaniel-Poodle mix. He lives with Hope. Now Emanuel is very
good at treasure hunts. When he's awake, his black nose will instantly find anything!!
From dropped food. To people's littered garbage. Anything!!
"What is it, Hope?" Emanuel eagerly asked, "Where are
you? What have you found? I want it, I want it, I want it!!"
"I am over here!!" called Hope, "In the flower
garden!!"
"What?!" yelled Emanuel, "The flower garden?! You
aren't supposed to be in there!! Not without me!!"
Emanuel then ran toward the off-limits flower garden, as fast as his
short legs could take him, to join Hope. Shamelessly.
Whatever it was that Hope's nose found did not move or try to run
away. This only made both of them even more curious!! Hope then bit into the
mystery object. It tasted like plastic!! She set the mystery object down on
some brown mud. It was a blood red-colored hollow plastic Easter egg!! Hope bit
into the treasure. She cracked it open. Inside was a tiny leather whip.
"What is that?" asked Emanuel.
"It looks like a small whip!!" said Hope, "But....
Why?"
Both Hope and Emanuel stood by their treasure for several minutes. They
were speechless.
Then, while still in the flower garden, Emanuel saw a second blood
red-colored hollow plastic Easter egg!! Pure almost childlike excitement rushed
through him. Emanuel then let out some barks that were very Cocker Spaniel-like.
Arf!! Arf!!
Arf!! Arf!! Arf!!
"I found another one!!" shout Emanuel, "I found
another one!! But it is stuck!! Somebody must have 'planted' this egg along with
the tulip bulbs!! Help!!"
Together Hope and Emanuel dug through layers of muddy
dirt--meanwhile uprooting some purple tulips--until they could pull out their
treasure. Emanuel bit into the egg. He cracked it open. Inside was four nails.
"I do not understand," said Emanuel, "Why would
anyone hide four nails in an egg? Then 'plant' it with the tulips?"
"I do not know," answered Hope, "But let's look at
what we have found. One small whip. And four nails. They must be symbolic, or mean
something, but I cannot figure it out!!"
Then, while still in the flower garden, Hope found a third blood
red-colored hollow plastic Easter egg!! Pure almost childlike excitement rushed
through her. Hope let out some happy high-pitched bays, or cries, that only a
Beagle can make.
"It is another one!!" squealed Hope, "It is another
one!! I cannot wait to see what's inside!! I wonder....?"
Hope bit into the egg. She cracked it open. Inside was a tiny crown
of thorns.
"Hey!!" exclaimed Hope, "That looks like a
circle-shaped rose stem!! Only much more thorny!!"
"Huh," said Emanuel, "A small crown of thorns? In an egg?
This is so weird!!"
"I know!!" said Hope.
Then, while still in the flower garden, Emanuel found a fourth blood
red-colored hollow plastic Easter egg!! Pure almost childlike excitement rushed
through him. Emanuel then let out some more barks that were very Cocker
Spaniel-like.
Arf!! Arf!!
Arf!! Arf!! Arf!!
"I have another one!!" yelled Emanuel, "I have
another one!! What is this, egg number four?!"
Emanuel bit into their treasure. He cracked it open. Inside were
three tiny crosses.
"What?!" exclaimed Emanuel, "Three small crosses?!
"What-?"
Suddenly, something clicked inside Hope's round head. She had solved
the mystery of these Easter eggs!!
"Emanuel!!" said Hope, "I have figured it out!! I
understand the symbolism, or meaning, of our treasures!!"
"You do?!" said Emanuel, "What is it? Because the
case of the mysterious Easter eggs is driving me crazy!! And I am already
crazy!!"
"Me too," said Hope, "See. Our eggs symbolize that
Jesus died and was resurrected, or came back to life, from the dead!! That is
why they are blood red!!"
"Oh, I understand!!" exclaimed Emanuel, "There is a small
whip because Jesus' body was hit with one."
"Yes!!" said Hope, "And there is four nails because
Jesus was hammered to the cross."
"Yeah!!" said Emanuel, "And there is a crown of
thorns because Jesus wore one on His Head."
"And last but never, ever, ever least?" finished Hope,
"There are three crosses--"
Then, as though he had read Hope's mind, Emanuel interrupted with
the answer.
"To symbolize the Crosses of Calvary!!" he announced.
Feeling quite pleased with themselves, they then walked out of the
off-limits flower garden, leaving its uprooted purple tulips, and their
treasures, behind.
What a wonderful story and very fitting for the forth coming holiday. Nice to remind us what Easter is really about and it is not chocolate. Well done you. Have a tremendous Thursday.
ReplyDeleteBest wishes Molly
Molly....
DeleteThank-you for the comment, Friend!!
"What a wonderful story and very fitting for the forth coming holiday. Nice to remind us what Easter is really about and it is not chocolate. Well done you.". Thanks, Friend!! You know what? I had to smirk a cockeyed smirk at that last part of your comment. So true, Easter is not all about chocolate. But it's so freakin' delicious!! Hee, hee, hee.... ;op