Horatio Hound to the Rescue!

(a wee gift to the tiny people of the world)

     Horatio Hound wiggled his whiskers in his sleep.  He twitched his paws.  He ruffled his very long ears.  Finally he opened his eyes and rolled onto his tummy.
     “No, no,” said The Cat, “you rolled the wrong way!  Now you’re out of the sunlight!”  The Cat was a championship sunbather.
     “But hark, The Cat!  I perceived a sound!” replied Horatio, his nostrils flaring.
     “Is it a mouse?” asked The Cat.
     “No, regrettably, it is not a mouse,” answered Horatio.  The Cat sighed, re-wrapped her tail around her paws, closed her eyes, and returned to her meditations.
     Horatio, not content to let a new, strange sound go uninvestigated, stretched and stood and listened.  The sound drifted into the sunny parlour from the kitchen, and it was a sound of crying.
     Alert now, Horatio Hound trotted to the kitchen where he found Baby Walter wailing disconsolately at his mother, sitting up high in the high chair.
     “The pink pachyderm!  The pink pachyderm has fallen to its doom!” wailed Baby Walter.  He was only one year old, so he could still speak the language of animals.  “Alas and alack!  Mother, why do you not understand me?”
     Horatio licked Baby Walter on the foot in a comforting manner and answered.  “Baby Walter, your lovely mother speaks only the limited language of humans!  She is unable to comprehend this situation.  Please, friend, allow me to attempt sign language with her!  Tell me where the pink pachyderm may yet be found.”
     Baby Walter sobbed a small sob and slowed the ferocity of his outcries.  “West-by-southwest it fell, toward the bright constellation of Scorpius, but it fell so far that I can no longer perceive it.”
     Horatio took a sniff to find the North Star (which a good hound can detect even by daylight).  He turned himself three times around to activate the magnetic compass in his brain.  He found west-by-southwest exactly, put nose to the floor, and began tracking the toy.
     Suddenly, he caught the scent of a well-loved stuffy!  Nosing under the couch and straining his head as far as he could go, Horatio found the pink pachyderm and picked it up in his teeth, saved!
     He returned to where Mommy was trying to comfort Baby Walter and sat proudly, toy dangling from his mouth.
     Mommy said something in human language and then said “Good boy, Horatio,” and accepted the slightly soggy pink pachyderm.  
     “Thank you, Horatio,” said Baby Walter, now calm, from up in the high chair.
Horatio smiled.

Primary Readers!

Ready for reading beyond “Pony and Little Girl”? Here are some primary reader stories which my kids loved – our heroes use cooperation and their wits to engage in adventures laced with welcoming values and fun.

The Great Laundry Mystery Karen’s Mom is marrying Gwen’s Mama, and the girls find adventure in the middle of all the preparations!  Karen is an extra-energetic gal and her almost-sister Gwen is a very deliberate, careful girl.  How will they work together?

Nthabi’s Star What could the Sea Faeries be searching for outside Nthabi’s window?  She’d better get her favorite adult and go help them!

Katherine’s Gift How can a kid solve the problem of getting a gift for her baby sister?  It can be tough when you have no money, no transportation, and you’re not allowed to leave the yard without a grown-up. Thank goodness for Cat Magic!

Junior Brigadoons Sometimes adventures are closer than you know!  A sister and brother learn things they never knew about fire safety and help out a friend in need.

Abigail and the Sea Abigail makes a magical friend!  The two girls from different worlds combine their wits to diffuse the danger of the Great Grump.

Pony and Little Girl

Great for readers who are just beyond “Matt has a cat” and want a real short story just for them!  I wrote these for my pony-loving daughter, who loves solving the mystery at the end of each one.

Pony Goes Tracking       Pony’s Bath

Pony’s Neighbor             Pony’s Pink Paddock

Pony’s Special Day         Pony Goes Shopping