Tales from the Forest
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What’s in a name?
Hare blinked at Dog. “What did you say they call you?” “Daisy,” said Dog, idly scratching an itchy spot. “I don’t get it,” said Hare, “a daisy is a flower. In fact, there are some right over there in the meadow.” “I know,” said Dog. “But it’s just one of those things they do. My… Continue reading
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A new favorite
1 “That is the worst idea I’ve ever heard,” said Magpie. “But maybe it would work,” said Squirrel. “It would be very nice to…” “No,” said Magpie, “it wouldn’t. The whole thing is more complicated than you realize. And besides, you can get away with taking things that are already thrown out, but now you’re… Continue reading
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The Bear Necessities
Otter and Muskrat were showing off their new hobby to everyone. It was a little raft, and they were sailing it around Beaver’s pond. “Ahoy!” called Otter to everyone gathered on the shore. “Avast! Keelhaul! Six points off the starboard bow!” “What’s he talking about?” asked Squirrel. “He’s just yelling all the sailing words he… Continue reading
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A Very Good Sense of Humor
Otter and Muskrat were laughing uncontrollably when Hare and Raccoon arrived. “What’s funny this time?” asked Hare. “It…it was…” began Otter, but was laughing too hard to continue. “There was this…” said Muskrat, before starting to laugh so hard he got the hiccups. Hare and Raccoon looked at each other, then sat down to wait.… Continue reading
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Cages and sages in several pages
1 Magpie was so excited she could barely wait until she landed on a branch to tell Hare the news. Her feathers were all fluffed out, and she couldn’t stop folding and unfolding her wings. “What’s the matter, Magpie?” asked Hare. “I found her!” yelled Magpie. “Ouch,” said Hare, rubbing his ears. “Found who?” “Sloth!… Continue reading
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Tales from the Forest
Moving the Mousehold Hare was serving tea cakes to Ma and Pa Mouse, Raccoon, Dog, Squirrel, and Magpie. They were sitting around a stump outside Hare’s house, and Raccoon had brought tea. Ma and Pa Mouse clinked their teacups together and Pa said “Attention everyone, I have an announcement to make!” Everyone quieted down and… Continue reading
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Stories
It was cold in the forest. Everyone had grown their winter fur, except for the birds, who were always explaining how feathers were so much better than fur. Even so, the birds admitted it was cold. Beaver’s pond was frozen over, and he had to come out three times every day to break enough ice… Continue reading
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The Race (part 1)
(Here is part 2, which was published first.) “Come on, Hare, we’re gonna be late!” yelled Otter. “I don’t wanna miss it!” “Okay, okay,” said Hare, packing the last few things into a picnic basket. “We’ll be there in plenty of time.” “I wanna get there before all the good seats are taken,” said Otter.… Continue reading
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The word about words
“I, for one, say words are important,” declared Magpie. “Nobody said they weren’t,” said Hare. “It’s just a question of what is a word…” “And what isn’t!” yelled Raccoon. “And I’m telling you it’s perfectly obvious that for something to be a word, you have to be able to hear it.” “Not at all,” said… Continue reading
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A party in October
Magpie surveyed the meadow from her perch on a branch on Hare’s tree. Beaver and Raccoon were just finishing the decorations, the Deer family were trimming the grass here and there, and Hare was loading up tables with all manner of snacks. Dog trotted in from the path with Ferret riding on her back. “Hello,… Continue reading
About Me
I’m Pete Harbeson, a writer (among other things) located near Boston, Massachusetts. In addition to writing my own content, I’ve learned to translate for my loquacious and opinionated pup Chocolate Bossypaws. No surprise, she mostly speaks in doggerel. You can find her contributions tagged with Chocolatiana.
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