Tales from the Forest
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Off the Grid
The Mouse family had moved back to the forest, and into their old house. “I’m so glad to be living near all our friends again,” said Ma Mouse, as they raked their front lawn. It had started to look unkempt while the house had been vacant, and Ma liked everything neat and tidy. “Even though… Continue reading
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Just an Expression
Hare was carefully checking a garden near the edge of the forest to see if any vegetables had been left when winter came. “Hello, Hare,” came a greeting from high above. “Oh, good day, Magpie,” said Hare. “I was just…” “I know, I know,” said Magpie importantly. “You were just checking for winter fish.” “Um…well… Continue reading
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Filbert
Hare softly knocked his forehead against the wall in his kitchen. Gritting his teeth, he took the plate of tea cakes and went back into the living room. Filbert was still talking. “So I told the dude, ‘you’re one cool cat,’ I said, ‘so just hang loose.’” Filbert leaned his chair back so he almost… Continue reading
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Who’s Trick Is It
(That this is just a cute generic illustration. A trick, of a sort. Hare does not really dress this way) “Beaver,” said Hare, “I need some help.” “I’d be glad to help,” said Beaver, “what do you need?” “I need you to help me play a trick on Dog,” said Hare. “You and your tricks,”… Continue reading
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The Mouse Twins
Ma Mouse was having a very good day. She’d had a good day at work, and lunch was especially tasty. One of the things she liked best about her new job was that they always got a catered lunch at work after they made their way through the warehouse. On her way home she stopped… Continue reading
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No, no. No?
“I am not going to no town,” said Squirrel firmly. “You mean you are not going to ANY town,” said Hare. “If you’re not going to NO town, Squirrel, that means you ARE going.” “That’s ridiculous,” said Squirrel. “You’ve gotten mixed up, Hare.” “Up is what I most certainly have not gotten mixed,” sniffed Hare.… Continue reading
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Badgering
Hare was less than pleased to see Badger on his doorstep. Badger lived alone on the outskirts of the forest and only visited occasionally. Nearly everyone in the forest agreed that Badger really wasn’t very nice, and they were glad he preferred his own company. “Hello, Badger,” sighed Hare. “What brings you to the forest?”… Continue reading
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Classes
Magpie had called a meeting in the little meadow next to Hare’s house. Everyone came, if only to see what sort of strange idea Magpie had this time. Magpie spent part of her day perched in the village near the woods, watching for shiny things to collect and listening to what the people were saying.… Continue reading
About Me
I’m Pete Harbeson, a writer located near Boston, Massachusetts. In addition to writing my own content, I’ve learned to translate for my loquacious and opinionated pup Chocolate. I shouldn’t be surprised, but she mostly speaks in doggerel. You can find her contributions tagged with Chocolatiana.