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A Shoebox House, Written by Rhonda Phelps

Coming in January 2019:

Finding a Spark when the Stakes are High

 It’s rare to find a date the organic way. Cyber-dating is the fad of the century, but it wasn’t what I expected when I signed up on Match.com. I had heard raving reviews about people on dating sites nurturing relationships, meeting their match, and pledging marriage. Many of my friends were tangled in the web of dating, and in spite of the online trolls that tried to sabotage the fun, unexpected friendships and romances manifested within a few months.

When sparks started to flow, the world was poised for pleasure and I was entwined in adventure with my internet boyfriend. Summer glistened on waterfalls, and the night life hosted fun and friends. Cultural intake from museums and live music linked our interests and we formed an indescribable bond. We were embracing life and sharing our stories.

One weekend in July when he came to town, I became flustered and disoriented and nothing was going right. I was beginning to doubt my rational existence, and two days after he departed – I was nudged near madness. My friendships were jeopardized, and I felt like a fool. My spirit was hollow, and I craved answers. Obsessed with redemption, I discovered the truth as it was revealed through a series of real-life emails, social media posts, message logs, hand-written letters and internet research.

It happens all the time…

Rhonda Phelps

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# 10 Ways to Win a Woman on a First Dinner Date

What is a first date? Not only do men and women appear to be different species, we all think differently, look different, react differently, everything is different. Dating is not a reason to go have sex with someone, because it is the means of spending enjoyable time with someone, with the possibilities of having a longer-term relationship.

There are some acceptable dating etiquette guidelines when taking a woman on a first date. A date does not include a hook-up, but meeting at an agreed destination is acceptable. These steps are appear to be “old-school”, so I would enjoy hearing a variety of successful first date techniques.  

#1 – Communicate: You’ll need to CALL her and ask her on a date. Hopefully, before this point you will have talked on the phone already. Texting, messaging, dating sites and social media are adequate for introducing yourself, but not for deciding if you want a date or relationship. Call for a date.

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#2 – Plan: Pick a comfortable place. You should already know where you are going for this spectacular event. Make sure it is a place she will enjoy, and tell her you are paying for everything. Yes, everything. Suck it up. If she wants to pay, refuse, and make sure it is clear before the date. If the woman insists on paying, cancel the date. Sorry, but that woman has power struggle issues. Unless that’s what you want.  (Note: Women with power struggle issues will be the women posting in my comments that they do not have power struggle issues, get it?)

#3 – First Impression: Only open the car door if it feels right and isn’t awkward. You should be able to pick up on that, if not, go home. If you meet at the place, remember the doors into buildings/rooms, always open the door for her.

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#4 – Safe: Guide her through the door and into the building/room by placing the palm of your hand gently on the” small of her back”, or the place on her spine between her hips and rib cage. Lightly, with only slight pressure, so she knows it is there. It is not meant to push her, or be sexual, but indicate she is safe with you. If she punches you in the face, maybe you did it wrong.

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#5 – Table etiquette: When you go into a restaurant, observe the chairs, because you’ll be sliding her chair out from the table for her to be seated. It attracts unnecessary attention if the chair scrapes across the floor. Most women will scoot the chair forward themselves. The hostess may pull the chair out for her, go with the flow. (Did you notice the chairs and setting in the picture above?)

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#6 – Food: Order a finger-food appetizer; merely food you eat with your fingers. Not messy barbecued ribs, but glamorous bites. Finger-foods create a primitive connection between a couple, and I can’t explain it. Tell your date that she may order anything she wants. Don’t worry, you’ll find out some information on this exercise and it’ll be worth it. I’m assuming you already did your research on what kind of food she likes.

#7 – Intimacy: Listen to her. Seriously. Remember what she says and ask her a question later in the date about a subject she was talking about. You may even try a couple of subjects. Find out what she is passionate about by using  your sparkling personality, and creatively approach the conversation. You are developing intimacy; an emotional bond that most women crave.

#8 – Sharing: Talk about yourself, but put a limit on it. On a first date, you should already know enough about each other via texting, a phone call, mutual friends, or a dating site. This is the time for both of you to have fun and talk about mutual interests. (If there are none, well, you know to ask more questions before a first date.)

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#9 – Affection: Do not let the affection and romance exceed past hugging and a occassional kiss. Kissing is bouncing on the boundary during the first date, but you don’t want to offend your date by acting like you don’t want to kiss her. Make sure you are a good kisser. A sloppy or wormy kiss is a deal-breaker. I’ve talked to a lot of women about this, so take it to heart.

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#10 – Sex: This is a tough one. Never have sex on the first date. There is a good chance you will lose respect for her. It may not feel like it at the time, but it will happen. If you want to have sex, arrange a hook-up with someone, because you’re not ready to date.

If you’ve gotten to the end of the date, and you want to go on another date, ask if you can CALL her. Texting is tempting because you can sneak in conversations anywhere, so text to keep in touch, but CALL when you are setting up the next date. Don’t make plans for the next date, just get a commitment. Kiss her good-bye.

Dates don’t come with guarantees, but if you really like someone, and you’re willing to share your time and energy with them, you’ll be anticipating the next date with undue excitement. Anything I’ve left out… that’s up to you.

Have a great next date!

Rhonda

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You can change the world… one week at a time

(Photo by William Earl Thornton)

This morning I was reflecting on the past week and decided to share  my thoughts.

I have a friend who is a veteran, a Desert Storm survivor. We talk on the phone about once a week and I am always amazed at what he has to say. I usually listen to him, intently, about his experiences and his life today. He talks for a few hours… trying to sort it all out. I fully understand why we should pay more attention to the services provided by our veterans; we should take care of them.

A co-worker was expecting divorce papers after being separated for 6 months, and to his surprize, she told him she wants to work on their marriage instead. He is nervous, and excited about it. It’s a difficult journey, but worth it.

I notice people at the grocery store. Are they happy, sad, angry or numb? Do they smile? Are they unaware of others around them? I wonder what is going on in their lives. The people with frowny faces that smile when they see you in the next isle. The tourists loading up their carts and double-checking to make sure they have everything for their vacation in Big Sky. The people you make a point of avoiding, fearing their negativity will jump into your cart. The focused merchandisers that are frantically restocking the shelves. And I try to pick a lane where the checker seems pleasant, regardless of the length of the line. It’s a joy-killer to get a nasty checker. (Although, I am sure they have a reason for being grouchy.)

My daughter has cystic fibrosis and tried the new miracle drug, Orkambi, a few years ago but the side-effects were too drastic. Last week at her clinic appointment, the doctor prescribed another new drug, similar to the one she tried before, anticipating better results and fewer side-effects. CF is a terminal illness, so you can imagine the joy we experience with the advancing medical technology.

I talk to my my Mom on the phone about once per week, and we text almost every day. My parents are both still alive, and reside in Arizona. They are genuine and I am blessed with their guidance every day.

My son finally dealt with a haunting court situation that has been dragging on for 5 years and has caused him thousands of dollars in bail money, and several months in jail. He is getting a new start, I hope he embraces it.

I talked to a couple of friends who seemed stuck in certain areas of their life; relationships, financial, careers and personal acceptance. I mostly listen and ask questions. I take a turn sharing my quandries, and we usually we both walk away with a new perspective on life, and a rejuvenated sense of acceptance and love.

I dated a man for 4 months last summer, and he disappeared on July 27th. I tracked him down to a jail in Colorado. I wrote him a letter when I found him three weeks later… our letters crossed in the mail. His letter started “I’ve written this letter a thousand times…” Over the  past 7 months we have been corresponding via letters and a few phone calls. My friends ask me how I can be so compassionate towards him. It may be hard to understand, but there is a connection that I can not explain. During these 7 months, I experienced every range of emotion possible from manic highs to clinical depression. With my realistic approach and encouragement, he is on the road to recovery and rehabilitation as he opens up and is able to write about and accept his past. He is up for parole in May.

I am writing a memoir about my experience with this mysterious man, online dating, relationships, acceptance and self-realization. (Blah, blah, blah… I am trying to come up with a unique book description.) My goal is to publish it in June 2018 – “A Shoebox House”.

I attended a workshop sponsored by “9energies” that is dedicated to helping people understand themselves and others. Amazing organization. Bozeman is growing at a rapid rate and since I am a native, I am not always fond of the increase in population. A lady at the workshop shared her feelings about about how wonderful Bozeman was and how much she loves it here. She said she found peace here. It changed my viewpoint and I am thriving in a new perspective.

My 3 dogs are my buddies and my daily saviors. They love me unconditionally and greet me with enthusiasm.

These events are all miracles to me. Many other miracles happened… I am keeping those treasures also.

What happened in your week? Were you paying attention? What were your miracles?

Thank you for reading my post,

Rhonda

 

 

 

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The Honey Bird and Frog Story – To me with love from my children..

My children and their baby-sitter wrote this story for me in 2002 when they were 6 & 8 years old. A treasure worth saving… I love it…

 

Once upon a time there was a honey bird named Rose and a frog named Ribbit. They lived in a forest . They could only talk to each other.

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Now, Rose and Ribbit were best friends, they did everything together. They played games in the day, and at night they read books to each other.

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One day Ribbit went to the pond to swim but a storm came and lightening struck the tree next to the pond, setting it on fire. Luckily Ribbit got out of the pond before the tree fell.

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Ribbit went to warn Rose, but Rose had flown away. It was lonely without Rose, but one day people started moving into the forest.

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But they had a different kind of bird that looked like Rose, so Ribbit went and talked to the bird, and it was Rose. They never split up again.

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THE END

Thank you for joining me today…

Have a lovely day!

Peace,
Rhonda

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ARE YOU MOODY?

I imagine your friends and family can help you with this one… 🙂

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Other than the normal awareness we all have for ourselves, mood rings are a resource for the spiritually related individual. Mood rings were invented in 1975 by a jewelry designer and a physician, and they sold $1 million worth of them in a three month period. Of course, there is no trick, and it’s not based upon your emotions; it’s based upon your temperature.

My mood ring is normally green, which represents harmony and stability. Mine also has 4 tiny stars on it that glow in the dark- it’s actually pretty cool. A friend bought them for each of us while on a trip to Jackpot, NV – including my Mom. They wear theirs all the time and I sometimes feel guilty when I don’t have it on around them. Silly, I know.

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Here are my renditions of the colors descriptions:

RED – 1: A hot night filled with passion after a romantic evening with fine food an cuisine. Hearts racing with anticipation of a sensual kiss.
RED – 2: The exhilaration of downhill skiing with the powdered snow whispering with every turn. Adrenalin surging through each muscle and organ… excitement explodes!

ORANGE – 1: Grandmother welcomes you into her home and offers you a plate of fresh-baked chocolate chip cookies. Her house is warm and inviting and vibrant.
ORANGE – 2: A fuzzy welcome mat on the patio with 10 puppies bouncing at your feet yearning for attention.

YELLOW – 1: A happy baby smiling, blowing bubbles and reaching out to be held. (Or winning the lottery.)
YELLOW – 2: Dorothy from the Wizard of Oz skipping down the yellow-brick-road.

GREEN – 1: A walk in the forest with pine trees and green, lush foliage surrounding a small green meadow with daisy’s, daffodils and lilies.
GREEN -2: Piles of cash stacked up in your 200 foot yacht while you cruise around the world.

BLUE – 1: The waves of the ocean crashing gently as your toes sink into the white sand. It’s quiet and peaceful with only the songs of sweet birds playing a gentle melody.
BLUE – 2: Soaking in a hot tub, drinking beer and eating potato chips while watching TV.

PURPLE -1: “Fifty Shades of Grey”
PURPLE – 2: “Fifty Shades Darker”

BLACK – 1: Gliding down the blacktop in your sleek, “attitude black” Maserati, and the horsepower displays its charm as a midnight stallion playfully catches your attention for a race…
BLACK – 2: Bat Woman

WHITE – 1: All creatures great and small when they can exhibit unconditional love.
WHITE – 2: A snowflake

BROWN -1: A Golden Retriever greeting you at the door. Better yet, a room full of Golden Retrievers.
BROWN – 2: After the first date and the other person says “I just want to be friends”.

So… that’s my life… what’s yours? 🙂

Thank you for reading and visiting my post!! (That makes me “yellow.”)

Peace

Rhonda

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Copyright “Common Law” and Social Media

My ex-boyfriend sent me a letter demanding that I delete all of his pictures, the poems he sent to me, emails, texts, photos… the “works”. He was explicit about me removing any and all of his “works” from social media, computers, external back-ups, and revoked his authorization for me publish any of his “works”. He also demanded that I mail him all hard copies of the above mentioned.

Then he threatened to contact a lawyer if I breached his “notice”.

Well, this prompted me to research Copyright laws. There is a “Common Law”, which entitles the originator of any “works” to immediately claim copyright.

If you have a letter, photo, email or text from someone, it is your property, and you retain possession, but you cannot “publish” it without the owners permission. It works both ways, so if you send something to someone, they cannot rightfully publish it without your permission.

With the vast sharing on social media, websites and other apps, the concern is rising. Most people and companies do not pursue any claims, but if they do, it is normally a notification of infringement, and they ask you to remove the published “work”.  None-the-less, you are at risk for a lawsuit if you publish other people’s stuff.

Many of the “works” floating around on the internet are stamped, indicating a copyright. As long as the intent isn’t slanderous or defaming, it appears as if most owners are okay with sharing, because it promotes their work.

If you are snap-shotting or copying a photo or document, and re-posting it, you may be in voiolation of the Copyright laws. There are resouces that offer free media, and several more that offer a subscription to access photos for commercial or personal use.

Out of courtesy, I removed 2 of my blog posts that had his picture, otherwise, I am completely legal in retaining all of the documents and items in his “notice”.

The question now is… why would I?

Ya know what I mean?

Thank you for reading my post.

Emjoy your day!

Rhonda

 

 

 

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A Children’s Story – “The Adventure of Tonna and Shanna” #6 (final)

I wrote this story when I was 10 years of age. My Mother saved it for me, a treasure from my childhood. As a child, I created the characters, story-line, plot and the locations. It is a story about horses, adventure, heroes, villains, friendship… and much more. 

I will be sharing the chapters on my page, with minimal editing to the original rough draft. I hope you enjoy it. (By the way… I am 52 years old now.)

Here are the links to the first 4 posts on my page for this children’s story, they are also on my blog.

https://wordpress.com/post/rhondaphelps.com/239    #1

https://wordpress.com/post/rhondaphelps.com/252    #2

https://wordpress.com/post/rhondaphelps.com/272    #3

https://wordpress.com/post/rhondaphelps.com/303    #4

https://wordpress.com/post/rhondaphelps.com/317    #5

 

THE ADVENTURE OF TONNA AND SHANNA

They tried climbing on Tonna and Shanna. First Simon tried to get on Tonna. He lifted one leg over her and then sat down. Tonna didn’t do anything, and then she started to run. Tonna didn’t mind Simon on her back. Then Monno did the same. So did Shanna. So Monno and Simon rode on Tonna and Shanna all day, and at night they stopped by a haystack and went to sleep.

In the morning when Simon woke up, he peered over the haystack and saw about 50 men riding on horses down the road.

“Wake up, Monno,” Simon whispered.

“What do you think they want, Simon,” Monno asked.

Simon quietly replied “There are some soldiers out there, about 50 of them.”

“Oh my gosh! They must be looking for us!,” Monno said as he was looking over the hay stack.

“Let’s wait until they pass, and get out of our site,” said Simon.

“Okay,” whispered Monno, because the soldiers were coming around the bend in the road.

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They stayed there until the soldiers had passed and out of their sight.

That noon, Simon and Monno got out from their hiding places.

“Come on, Monno. We had better get out of here before those people get to us.”

“I guess you’re right, Simon. Come here, Shanna, come here girl,” called Monno.

“Oh come here, Tonna, come here,” called Simon.

“Neigh,” whinnied Shanna.

“Neighhh,” Tonna whinnied back.

“Oh come here, Shanna, come here because we have to get out of here. Please,” Monno asked Shanna.

“Neigh,” said Shanna as she was walking toward him.

As soon as Simon was on Tonna and Monno was on Shanna, they started off. They were going along in the field when they spied a carriage, a royal carriage. It was Abiga. He also had about 25 men surrounding around him. They started to go the other way and they saw about 50 more men coming straight at them. Simon and Monno ducked into the trees on the side of the road. They got by alright without Abiga or one of his soldiers seeing them.

“I’m glad that they didn’t see us or else we would have been dead,” said Simon. While Simon was saying that, Tonna and Shanna heard something in the bushes behind them. They quickly turned their heads and ran. They ran fast enough that Monno and Simon did not see what was in the bushes.  (It was a rattlesnake!).

“Hold on Tonna, slow down. Slow down. Stop. Don’t go so fast,” shouted Simon.

“Stop, Shanna please! Stop,” cried Monno, but Tonna and Shanna kept right on going until they were too tired to go any farther.

That night, Monno and Simon were sleeping in some tall weeds and Tonna and Shanna slept in the tallest weeds and grass they could find.

“I wonder why Tonna and Shanna ran like that,” Monno asked in a very puzzled and tired voice.

“I don’t know, but it must have been something we did not see,” exclaimed Simon.

“Do you think those children are around here,” asked a voice coming from the darkness.

“I shalt know, Sultan, dear Sultan,” said the other voice.

“I shalt guess that those children are not around here,” said the Sultan.

“Ddddid you hear ttthat, Simon,” Monno whispered.

“Yyyyes, I… I ddid. The Sultan,” said Simon.

“Mmmee too,” said Monno, very shaky. Monno called quietly, “Tonna! Shanna! Come here! Let’s get out of here.” Tonna and Shanna came and Simon got on Tonna and Monno got on Shanna.

Simon and Monno rode all night and half of the morning. That afternoon, they came to a town, a town called Marocha. In Marocha, food only cost ten cents for a steak, one cent for a doughnut. It cost twenty cents for two oysters and two cups of camel milk. It was five cents for a loaf of bread and two cents for one cup of camel milk. Simon and Monno had one hundred dollars and fifty seven cents.

When they reached the town, Simon ran right into the first store that he came to. He ran inside and came out with twenty one donuts, ten bags of camel milk, four steaks and five bags of oats. He gave two steaks to Monno, along with ten donuts, five bags of camel milk, two bags of oats and a half bag of little berries.

That food lasted them a year. Of course they had bought other food during that time. They had gone to Baroony, Finicy, Montano, Belgrame, M.R. Son, Rochey, Tonocha, Camo, Haringgon, Penciling, Jimeney and Ilena. Ilena was across the river and they had to go across by rowboat, and Tonocha was across the ocean.

They were about one thousand miles away from Abiga. Tonna had grown and so had Shanna. Those four had almost traveled all around the desert. North. South. East. And West. Almost all of those positions. All they had to do was to get back to Sabbarth town at the north and they would have gone at all positions.

So the next day they started out to the north, back to Sabbarth town.

“When do you think we’ll get there?”, asked Monno.

“I don’t know but I hope it’s soon because I’m running out of money. But there’s one reason why I don’t want to go back is because Abiga might be in Sabbarth and ruling again,” replied Simon.

“I guess you’re right. And I would also like to know what month it is and what day,” Monno stated.

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“Let me see, first we have to stop.” So they stopped and got off their horses and sat down on the ground. “Let me see. The sun is nearer to the right side of the earth than it is in any other direction, so the month must be…”, Simon thought for awhile. Then he said, “the month is July. The same month we left in.”

“I guess you’re right,” said Monno in amazement.

“Well, let’s get on with it. The day must be the twenty seventh.”

“Yes, that sounds right. The twenty seventh,” Monno shouted. “The twenty seventh is the day before my birthday. Tomorrow is my birthday!”

“Well, happy birthday Monno,” shouted Simon.

“Oh well, lets be on our way and forget about my birthday,” said Monno.

They hopped on Tonna and Shanna and rode away.

It took them a month to reach Sabarth town because they had to cross ten cities, and a very large river about 100 miles long. When they reached Sabarth Town, they found out that Abiga had died because the 2 people that Monno and Simon heard talking that one night had killed him because he did not know what he was doing and went around trying to kill everybody. So they had to kill him.

Simon and Monno felt very sad about what had happened because if it weren’t for Abiga, they wouldn’t have been able to go to Manoose and all of the other towns.

Some other bad news was that Sham, Simon’s horse, had died because of old age. Simon gave Daisy to Marco because he had took care of his horses while he was gone and he was thankful only one had died.

Monno’s mother and father were very glad to see him safe.

From then on, those four have always traveled the desert without getting hurt or killed. They went to every city or town in the desert, but they always came back to Sabarth town to see everyone there.

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THE END

I hope you enjoyed my story!

Be creative, have fun… and encourage your children to follow their dreams…

Rhonda

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A Children’s Story – “The Adventure of Tonna and Shanna” #5

I wrote this story when I was 10 years of age. My Mother saved it for me, a treasure from my childhood. As a child, I created the characters, story-line, plot and the locations. It is a story about horses, adventure, heroes, villains, friendship… and much more. 

I will be sharing the chapters on my page, with minimal editing to the original rough draft. I hope you enjoy it. (By the way… I am 52 years old now.)

Here are the links to the first 4 posts on my page for this children’s story, they are also on my blog.

https://wordpress.com/post/rhondaphelps.com/239    #1

https://wordpress.com/post/rhondaphelps.com/252    #2

https://wordpress.com/post/rhondaphelps.com/272    #3

https://wordpress.com/post/rhondaphelps.com/303    #4

 

THE ADVENTURE OF TONNA AND SHANNA (5)

“What trick do you think Abiga will play on us, Monno,” Simon asked.

I don’t know, but he might not even play a trick on us. And if he doesn’t, that means that we have been treating Tonna and Shanna good and the great spirits have appreciated what we have done for them,” answered Monno.

“Well, I sure hope that the great spirits have appreciated what we have done for them because I want to get back well and alive,” said Simon.

“So do I. If Abiga plays a trick on us, I hope he plays one that isn’t so bad,” said Monno.

“Don’t you think we had better get to sleep, because if we don’t we will be very tired in the morning and won’t be able to walk,” Simon said sleepily.

“Yes, I do think we should get some sleep because I want to go to Manoose tomorrow. Good night, Simon,” Monno said.

“Good night,” Simon said back to Monno.”

That night they slept very well. The next morning when they woke up they weren’t sleepy at all.

“Good morning, Simon and Monno,” Abiga said as he walked into the room.

“Good morning, Abiga,” Simon and Monno said back.

“How did you sleep last night?” Abiga asked.

“Just fine, Abiga, just fine,” answered Simon in a loud voice for he was not shy like he was last night.

“Yes, just fine. And how did you sleep last night?” Monno asked.

“I slept just fine, and now let’s go and have some breakfast.” (Abiga)

“Yes, lets! I’m starved,” said Monno.

They went down to the dining room and sat down at their places. “Here comes the oatmeal and camel milk that we are going to have,” said Abiga while licking his lips.

“My, that looks delicious. I can hardly wait to taste it,” Simon said licking his lips too.

“One glass of camel milk for you, Abiga, and here is your oatmeal,” said the chef as he gave him his camel milk and oatmeal. “Here is some for both of you as well,” said the chef as he gave Simon and Monno their camel milk and oatmeal.

After Simon, Monno and Abiga had eaten, they fed Tonna and Shanna. Then Abiga told one of his guards to get the carriage ready and then told his messenger to tell the captain of the ship that they were coming and to have the ship ready to leave.

After all of this was done, it was about a quarter after eight and they were about to get into the carriage when Simon said, “Where is the food for Tonna and Shanna?”

“It’s in the back with them on a shelf,” answered Abiga.

At a quarter to nine they were on their way to the dock.

Soon they reached the dock. Everyone was on board. Simon, Monno, Abiga, Tonna and Shanna. Everyone in the village was at the dock to say good-bye. Marco was there and he even had Shonna with him. Mr. and Mrs. Gonna were there (they are Monno’s mother and father).

“Good-bye,” everyone said.

“Good-bye,” said Abiga, Simon, Monno and the captain.

It was a long time before anyone aboard saw any land. It was July seventeenth when they left and now it was the thirtieth of October.

“I see land!,” cried out one of the crew.

“Hurray,” shouted Monno and Simon.

“Neigh,” cried Tonna and Shanna, as if they knew what the person said.

“See the high tower on the right side of the town? That’s where I was born! Right next to it!,” Simon said in a very excited voice.

The all of a sudden, “THUD”! They hit shore. Everyone started unloading. Tonna and Shanna jumped off the ship and onto the sand. They ran around on it as if it were their home.

Tonna came up to Simon and rubbed his nose against Simon’s arm. Shanna did the same thing to Monno. A royal carriage appeared on the shore.

“Come on Simon and Monno. And bring Tonna and Shanna with you,” said Abiga. They climbed into the royal carriage, and Shanna and Tonna were placed in the royal horse trailer that was hooked behind.

Soon they arrived at a huge motel with twelve candles lit up on the outside and about 200 inside.

That night Tonna and Shanna slept in the horse stall just outside of the motel, and Simon and Monno slept in one of the finest rooms in the motel. Of course, Abiga slept in the very best and finest of them all. All of Abiga’s guards slept in the guard room.

“I see that Abiga didn’t play a trick on us,” said Simon.

“No, he didn’t. We are probably the first ones that he has never played a trick on,” said Monno.

“Maybe its Tonna and Shanna that he wanted, not us. Do you think we should run away?” asked Simon.

“Yes, I think we should. And we had better get some money from Abiga before we go. Don’t you think so? Monno asked.

“Yes, I think we should and we should do it tonight,” Simon whispered.

“Tonight? Why tonight? We have a whole week before we leave this motel,” Monno said.

“I know, but if we still want to be alive tomorrow then we had better leave tonight.”

“Okay,” said Monno.

Boys in Stall.jpeg

They got out of bed and dressed quietly so no one would hear them. After they had got their bags packed, they went into the lounge and out the door. They went over to the horse stall and got Shanna and Tonna. They grabbed two bags of oats for Tonna and Shanna. Then they took off into the night, not making a sound.

It was about sunrise when Simon, Tonna, Monno and Shanna got out of the city limits. Simon saw the same travelers coming down the road.

“Go over into the filed, Monno. Here come some travelers,” he said.

They ran over into the field and hid. Tonna and Shanna followed. They also hid.

As the people were passing, one of them said, “Manoose is just ahead and that is where Abiga is keeping those two kids and their horses.” Then they rode on.

“Did you hear that? That’s why Abiga wanted us to come so he could give us to those people,” said Simon.

“I hhhheard tttthem,” stuttered Monno in a trembling voice.

“We had better be on our way if we are going to be far away so Abiga won’t find us. Don’t you think so?”, asked Simon.

“Yes, I do,” answered Monno.

They set off on their journey. First Simon, then Monno, then Tonna, then Shanna. Simon was beginning to get hungry and he figured it was around lunch time. He thought that the 2 people they saw before must have reached where Abiga was staying by now.

“We had better hurry, because I have a feeling that Abiga must have found out that we are gone and those people we saw would have gotten to where Abiga was staying”, Simon said to Monno.

“Do you think that we could ride on Tonna and Shanna for a while?” Monno asked Simon.

“We could try,” Simon answered.

(to be continued)

Thank you for reading my post.

Have a fabulous day!

Rhonda

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A Children’s Story – “The Adventure of Tonna and Shanna” #4

I wrote this story when I was 10 years of age. My Mother saved it for me, a treasure from my childhood. As a child, I created the characters, story-line, plot and the location. It is a story about horses, adventure, heroes, villains, friendship… and much more. 

I will be sharing the chapters on my page, with minimal editing to the original rough draft. I hope you enjoy it. (By the way… I am 52 years old now.)

Here are the links to the first 3 posts on my page for this children’s story, they are also on my blog.

https://wordpress.com/post/rhondaphelps.com/239    #1

https://wordpress.com/post/rhondaphelps.com/252    #2

https://wordpress.com/post/rhondaphelps.com/272    #3

When they got over to Tonna and Shanna, they stroked them and then they went over to Shonna, Tonna and Shanna’s mother. They stroked her and started to walk out of the horse stall. The Great Abiga rode by. He was making his rounds and checking on every street to make sure everyone was well managed and doing their jobs right.

“Duck, Marco, duck,” yelled Simon.

They both ducked down. “Why should we duck, Simon?” asked Marco in a very quiet whisper.

“I do not want the great Abiga to see us. I don’t want him to see us because he will ask us too many questions and we don’t have time for that,” replied Simon.

The great Abiga rode by and was down the road before Simon and Marco left their hiding spot. While they were down behind the stall door, they were talking about the plans they needed to make for the trip.

“Hi, Simon and Marco. Come into the horse stall with me,” Monno said to Simon and Marco as he was coming down the road. Monno, Marco and Simon walked down to the other horse stall together. As soon as they were inside the stall, Simon and Marco started to talk about the plans.

“Marco, time for lunch!” a woman’s voice called out.

“Well, I guess I have to go home to eat lunch now. Good-bye,” said Marco.

“Good-bye,” said Monno and Simon back to Marco. “Be here in the morning to feed and comb the horses. And, by the way, Tonna and Shanna won’t be here,” Simon said after Marco had gone through the stall door and down the road.

“Now tell me, what are your plans for the trip,” stated Simon.

“Well, it goes like this, the Great Abiga must want something to do with Tonna and Shanna, otherwise he wouldn’t ask you if you wanted to go along. He knew that you would want to take Tonna and Shanna along so he asked you. We thought that we would be able to stay with Tonna and Shanna most of the trip. If that doesn’t work, then we would have to build a little raft or boat of some sort to escape on. I hope he isn’t going to play a trick on us. Do you think that is a very good plan for the trip, Simon?’ Monno asked.

“Yes. I do think that will work out okay and if he doesn’t play any tricks on us, then we can travel all around the desert. After the desert we would go home to Sabarth Town. I hope the Great Abiga doesn’t play any tricks on us,” answered Simon.

They then went over to where Tonna and Shanna were standing.

“Neigh,” said Tonna to them.

“Neigh,” said Shanna to us.

“Neigh,” they both said at the same time to the filly’s mother.

“Neigh,” she said back to them.

Tonna started walking toward Simon. Then Shanna started walking toward Monno. Simon went over to where he kept Shonna, Tonna, and Shanna’s sugar cubes. He took out ten of them. Simon gave 3 to Monno so he could feed them to Shanna. Then Simon gave him 2 other pieces of sugar so he could feed them to Shonna. Simon held out his hand to Tonna. Tonna sniffed his hand and took the sugar cube. Then Monno put out his hand to Shanna and she sniffed his hand and took the sugar cube from it.

Simon went over to Shonna and held out his hand. Shonna took the sugar cube out of his hand. Then Monno did the same. Both Monno and Simon held out their hands to Tonna and Shanna. The fillies took the sugar at the same time. Then Simon gave Tonna her last sugar cube and Monno gave Shanna her last sugar cube.

There was a knock at the stall door. It was the Great Abiga.

“Come, you two, come with me so that you can sleep in my palace until tomorrow. You may bring Tonna and Shanna along to sleep in my horse stall,” the Great Abiga said.

Simon and Monno got their bags from the corner and got some rope to tie around Tonna and Shanna’s necks. They tied the ropes around their necks, but they wouldn’t move. Shonna understood that they should go with them so she nudges the fillies with her nose so they would go. They started to walk toward Simon and Monno and walked along beside them.

When they got out the stall door, they sat in the royal carriage and two of Abiga’s guards let Tonna and Shanna into the royal trailer behind.

Inside the Carriage.jpeg

The royal carriage was decorated with gold paint on the outside and soft cushions inside. The cushions were crimson with white cushions around the wall. The royal trailer behind the royal carriage was also gold painted, but with fresh hay on the floor, and white paint on the walls of it.

Outside Carriage.jpeg

 

The Great Abiga was riding around town, just to say good-bye to everyone.

“Good-bye, great Abiga,” everyone called. Everyone knew that he was going on a trip and his brother from Ramith Town was coming to his place until he came back.

Then Simon, Monno and Abiga got to his palace, the same two guard that had let Tonna and Shanna into the royal trailer led them out and put them in the royal stall where Abiga’s other horses stayed.

The Great Abiga had many horses. Abiga’s favorite horse was pure black with a white star on her forehead. Her name was “The Royal Silesia”, the one who had two colts named Joshua and Adbulla.

The royal carriage went on until it came to a tunnel. The royal carriage went into the tunnel and stopped at the end. One guard got off of the royal carriage and took two sticks out of his pocket and rubbed them together and started a fire on one of the sticks. He went along the wall and pushed on a place in the wall and a door opened. The Great Abiga got out first, then Simon, and then Monno last. All of the guards went behind Monno. All except one guard, the one who lit the stick, went in last of all. Before he left, he blew out the fire on the stick and went in and shut the door.

Soon they all came to Abiga’s big main room. It had cushioned chairs and cotton pillows. It also had little bells to ring if you needed anything.

“Come,” Abiga said. “I will show you your room.”

He led Simon and Monno into a room with soft beds and two bells to ring if you needed anything.

“How do you like it?” Abiga asked.

“It’s too much great Abiga. It’s just too much,” answered Simon.

“I can afford it,” the Great Abiga barked. “What do you think of it, Monno? Speak up.”

“Just like Simon said. It’s too much, it’s just too much,” quoted Monno.

Abiga sighed. “Come now, it is time to eat supper.”

On the way to the dining room, Simon asked, “What will Tonna and Shanna eat? There is nobody out there to feed them.”

“There is a little tunnel going down to the stall and we put the food in a basket  and we push it down the tunnel,” Abiga answered.

“So then Tonna and Shanna will get fed?” asked Simon again.

“Yes, they will. Now let’s go get seated so we may eat,” Abiga said.

They sat down at a table that had a blue tablecloth over it. It also had three candles on it. One candle was at one end of the table, one in the middle, and one near the other end.

“What is for supper tonight?” asked Abiga.

“Roasted crab tonight. And tomorrow morning you and your guests shall have oatmeal with camel milk over it,” the chef answered.

Then two of Abiga’s other chefs brought  in a bit pot of roasted crab.

“It looks delicious, wouldn’t you say so?” Abiga said to Simon and Monno.

“Yes, it looks delicious, Sir Abiga. It looks like the best food I am ever going to taste in my whole life, Sir Abiga,” Simon answered.

“What about you, Monno,” Abiga asked. “Don’t you think it looks delicious and please don’t call me Sir Abiga, just Abiga.”

“Yes. It does look delicious, awfully delicious Sir Ab… I mean Abiga,” Monno answered in a shy voice.

“Then, let’s start eating now. You must be starved,” said Abiga.

“We are starved, Abiga,” said Simon and Monno together.

The started eating and Abiga said “What time do you want to leave tomorrow?”

“How about nine o’clock in the morning?” asked Simon.

“That’s fine. Let’s see… we’ll get up around seven o’clock and get dressed and eat breakfast. Tonna and Shanna will be fed and my guards will get the carriage ready. I’ll tell one of my messengers to ride over and tell the captain of the ship that we are coming. We will ride down to the dock, get on the ship and then it should be around nine o’clock. Can you be on time, Monno and Simon?” Abiga asked.

“Just fine, Abiga, just fine. We’ll be ready,” said Monno.

Simon paused and said “Yes, just fine Abiga, but I have one question to ask.”

“What is the question?” Abiga said gruffly.

“What time do you think we will get back to Manoose?” Simon asked.

“I don’t really know the answer to that question, Simon,” answered Abiga.

Then they went on eating. Night came and everyone went to bed, except for the guards, of course.

In Bed.jpeg

 

(to be continued)

Thank you for reading my post.

Enjoy your day!

Rhonda

 

 

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A Children’s Story – “The Adventure of Tonna and Shanna” #3

I wrote this story when I was 10 years of age. My Mother saved it for me, a treasure from my childhood. As a child, I created the characters, story-line, plot and the location. It is a story about horses, adventure, heroes, villains, friendship… and much more. 

I will be sharing the chapters on my page, with minimal editing to the original rough draft. I hope you enjoy it. (By the way… I am 52 years old now.)

Here are the links to the first 2 posts on my page for this children’s story:

https://wordpress.com/post/rhondaphelps.com/239

https://wordpress.com/post/rhondaphelps.com/252

 

THE ADVENTURE OF TONNA AND SHANNA (Post #3):

“I am so excited about the trip because I haven’t ever been to Manoose before. I have wanted to go here ever since I was a little boy,” said Monno.

“Tell me why you have wanted to go to Manoose ever since you were a little boy,” said Simon

“Well, it goes like this,” started Monno. “When I was a little boy, my father left to do some work in Manoose. I begged and begged him to take me with him, but he wouldn’t let me go with him. He told me he would  bring back something for me, and also bring me pictures of Manoose.”

“The next day he left. He said goodbye to me and my mother and left for the ship. All that day I was thinking about my father. I was worried about my father, but I knew he would be alright because he always took good care of himself. That afternoon I was feeling better about my father.”

“Well, the day went on, and on, and on.  It seemed like the day would never end. Finally, the day came to an end and I went to bed.”

“Days and days went by and my father never came home. One night I heard a noise out in the yard. I jumped out of my bed and looked out the window. There, standing in the dark, I saw a figure. A figure like my fathers, but it was fatter and shorter. Then another figure came out of the carriage. It was my father. My father had come home at last!  I ran out of my bedroom door and into the kitchen, and out the front door. My mother was already out there. She was hugging my father. Then I ran out and hugged my father myself. Then we helped him carry his stuff inside.”

“Then my father pulled out a painted little horse made out of wood. Then he went over to one of his bags and pulled out some pictures of Manoose and showed them to me. After he showed all of the stuff he had brought from Manoose, we went to sleep.”

“The next morning my father was out working in his shop. I was looking at the pictures of Manoose and wishing I could be there. “

Father's trip and wooden horse

 

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“That is why I have always wanted to go to Manoose ever since I was a little boy”, said Monno.

“I can see why you have always wanted to go to Manoose because it is a nice city, but it is a little bit crowded and dusty”, said Simon.

“How do you know what it looks like? Have you been there before?” asked Monno.

“Yes. I do, because I was born there,” Simon said.

“You were? What did it look like where you lived?” asked Monno.

Simon remembered “Well, it was a little crowded but not too dusty. And there were bright colors everywhere.”

“Oh, you’re lucky. I wish I was born in Manoose,” said Monno

“We must get our bags packed because we are leaving for Manoose tomorrow,” Simon said.

Monno was excited. “Oh boy, I can hardly wait to leave! But I am going to miss my mother and father.”

“When we are in Manoose you won’t be homesick because we will be having so much fun!” said Simon knowingly.

“I am not so sure that I will not be homesick. My mother and father are very kind to me,” Monno said sadly.

“You’ll be over missing them because we won’t be back until seven years from when we leave tomorrow,” said Simon.

“I think I miss them already,” said Monno with a sadder tone.

“Say, I think we had better go to feed the horses. Oh no!” said Simon in a worried voice. “I don’t have anyone to take care of my horses while I am gone.”

“That’s right,” said Monno. “We’ll have to get someone and someone right now. I know, I’ll go out and ask some boys if they will.”

Simon looked relieved. “Perfect idea. What I do without you now, Monno?”

Simon went on feeding and combing the horses while Monno went to find someone to take care of Simon’s horses while they were gone.

Monno walked down the street until he saw boy that he knew standing by a tree.

“Would you like to take care of five horses for seven years while a friend and I are gone?” asked Monno.

“Boy would I ever! I always wanted to take care of some horses or even own one of my own. Do you mind if I ask one or two questions?” asked the boy.

“Sure you can, if I can ask some questions too,” said Monno.

“It’s a deal. Now, the first question I want to ask is; what is the name of your friend?” the boy asked.

“Simon,” said Monno.

“Oh. Him. Wow! He has beautiful horses, doesn’t he! Oh, and the second question I want to ask is; where are you going and who is going with you?” the boy asked.

“We are going to Manoose, across the ocean, and we are going with the great Abiga,” answered Monno.

“Best beware,” said the boy. “The Great Abiga plays many good tricks on people when they go on trips with him.” He was surprised at Monno and Simon for going with the Great Abiga on a trip across the ocean.

“I have to tell that to Simon right away.  By the way, what is your name?” Monno asked, as they were walking toward Simon’s horse stall.

“My name is Marco Slach and my street number is 551 Slach Street. We got our last name from the name of our street, Slach,” said Marco.

They reached the horse stalls. They looked in Misty’s stall. Simon was not there. They looked in Daisy’s stall. Simon was not there either.

horse in stall

Monno stated, “The only place Simon could be is in Shonna’s stall.”

They went over to Shonna’s stall. Sure enough, there was Simon, feeding Tonna and Shanna and combing Shonna. Shonna’s coat sparkled in the sunlight. Tonna and Shanna’s coats shined and sparkled just like their mothers’.

“Hey Simon!” Monno called. “I found a boy to take care of your horses.”

“Did you bring him with you? Do you know him? I would like to know what he looks like,” Simon stated.

“Yes, I did. He’s right behind me,” said Monno as they walked into the stall.

“He looks like a good boy to me. What’s his name and where does he live?” Simon asked.

“His name is Marco Slach and he lives at 551 Slach Street,” said Monno to Simon.

Marco was excited. “Thank you, Simon, thank you! I‘ve always wanted a horse to take care of on my own! I want lots of horses when I get older. What time do you think you’ll be leaving?”

‘We’ll be leaving tomorrow around 9:00 in the morning, or sometime around there,” said Simon calmly.

“Simon,” said Monno, ”Marco told me that whoever went on a trip with the Great Abiga has many good tricks played on them.”

“That is right,” said Simon. “The Great Abiga does play good, very good, and many, many good tricks on people and kids who go on trips with him. We have to think of a plan so he can’t play any tricks on us. Not even one trick.”

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Monno heard his mother calling him to come home for lunch.

“Well, I guess I have to go now. I’ll be back after I eat lunch and pack my bag. I’ll see you all after that. Bye!” Monno yelled back to them.

Then Marco started to leave.

“Please don’t leave,” begged Simon. “Please help me think of a plan until Monno comes back and then we can tell him all of the plans we have made.”

“I suppose I could, but I’d have to each lunch after we tell Monno our plans, if we have any,” answered Marco. Marco started to walk toward the stall. “I’ve got a great idea. We can……,” Marco stopped talking.

Simon interrupted and said “Tonna and Shanna are coming with us! I forgot all about them coming with us.”

“Who are Tonna and Shanna?” asked Marco.

“Didn’t you come around when the Great Abiga was talking about the fillies? Did you come?” Simon asked.

“I must not have because I did not know about the 2 fillies that we born named Tonna and Shanna. Only Dolly’s colts named Rubarn and Basher. I also heard that 2 colts had been born from a mare whose name is Silesia, and her two colts were named Joshua and Abdulla. Then there was a mare named Cheley, and she had one filly named Cheyenne and….” Marco was interrupted by Simon.

“Oh well, come one. I will show you Tonna and Shanna,” Simon sighed.

“After that, don’t you think we should start making plans that you and Monno are going to use on the trip? Your trip with the Great Abiga,” asked Marco as they walked toward Tonna and Shanna.

“Yes. I think we should do that and I think we had better get some plans made before Monno gets back,” said Simon.

(to be continued to Post #4)

Thank you for reading my post and enjoy your day!

Marco and Monno