A Shoebox House, by Rhonda Phelps

Coming in September:

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. In spite of the online trolls that tried to sabotage the fun, unexpected friendships and romance 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. Picnics, splashing in the rain, and gentle massages accompanied fine wine, succulent grapes and brie cheese. Summer glistened on waterfalls while hiking in the spacious national forests, and the night life hosted fun and friends. The cultural intake from museums, car show’s and live music linked our interests and we formed an indescribable bond. We were embracing life.

One weekend when he came to town, I became flustered and disoriented and everything was going wrong. I was beginning to doubt my rational existence. Two days later I was tossed into a lifeless and foreign world, and my friendships were in jeopardy. 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, Messenger logs and hand-written letters.

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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

 

 

 

It’s the little things…

I texted some of my friends a photo of a page stamped with my new “Copy” stamp for work this morning.

It said, “I am so excited about my new ‘copy’ stamp! It’s the little things…”

One of my friends commented “Cool! It is the little things. That’s why I love you.”

Awwww… my heart warmed.

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I know, it’s silly. Put some fun in your day! Use your imagination and create your “it’s the little things” kind of life.

Short & sweet,

Rhonda

(The featured image is from a hiking adventure last summer in Sourdough Canyon, Bozeman, MT.)

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

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. “

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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.

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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

Majik in Montana – Dog Rescue – From a dog’s point of view

 

Hi, my name is Majik. I was rescued from a high-kill shelter in San Bernardino CA in September 2014. My Mom found me on Facebook and fell in love with me. I live in Montana now with my new Mom and furr-family.

When my Mom saw me this is what I looked like (below). She had no idea I was so sick, and I had to stay at a vet in CA for a month before I felt good enough to travel to my new home. A nice volunteer from the shelter in San Bernardino gave me a ride to Las Vegas  in October and my Mom met us there. I wasn’t feeling very well and I barfed in the volunteer’s car. She didn’t seem to mind, but she had to throw away my fuzzy blanket. I was so happy to see my new Mom and she even had a new blanket for me. I barfed in her car too.

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I was all hunched over at the shelter. They took me outside one day because they thought it was going to be the last time I would walk on the earth and see sunshine. That’s when my mom called the shelter. She had been watching me on Facebook. Mom said she just couldn’t let me die because I had such a kind soul.

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They took me for short walks when I was at the vet. I felt and looked horibble.

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Someone had filed down all of my front teeth and the nerves were showing. Mom took me to the dog-dentist as soon as she could and had them pulled. They took out 14 teeth and most of them were the size of a small pebble. I still have the pointy teeth that make me look like a vampire, and I have teeth in the back to chew my food. I felt much better – I didn’t know how much pain I was in until they were gone. Thanks, Mom!!!!

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Mom had to buy special medicines and food for my allergies. I had scabs all over my body because I had bad allergies – it was disgusting. I also got lots of baths with special stuff to help it go away.

I have been loved and snuggled and cared for every since. I have 2 furr-buddies that I live with and even though I am the biggest, they are the boss.

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Mom says I should study with her, and help with her blog page, whatever that is. . I can see this is going to be a big chore; maybe I’ll get extra treats.

Thank you for reading my story!

Dog Kisses & Hugs (maybe some slobber)
Majik

#Majikinmontana

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A Children’s Story – “The Adventure of Tonna and Shanna” #2

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.)

THE ADVENTURE OF TONNA AND SHANNA (Post #2):

That night Simon slept with Shonna and her fillies. In the middle of the night something awoke Simon. It was the nudge of Shonna’s nose. She was nudging him because she wanted him to help the fillies stand up. Every time the fillies would try to stand up, their legs would get tangled up and they would fall down. Simon got up and tried to steady the two fillies so they wouldn’t fall down. He kept on trying and trying to hold them up, but they would always fall back down.

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Finally, Tonna could stand up on her wobbly legs. Simon let go of Tonna and there she stood standing on her legs. Then Simon lifted Shanna up and let go. There she stood on her four legs.

The sun was beginning to shine and Simon went over to the stable door. Sure enough, Monno was walking over to the stable.

“Hello,” said Monno to Simon. “How are the fillies, and how are you?”

“I am just fine and the fillies are fine too. As a matter of fact, they are standing up on their legs right now,” said Simon.

Simon opened the door so Monno could come in and see them. Just as Monno walked in, the two fillies fell down. Simon and Monno walked over to the fillies and lifted them both up. They stayed up and tried to walk, but they just fell down again. Simon and Monno lifted them up again. Tonna took one step forward. She didn’t fall down. She took another step and another until she was across the stable. She walked back again and stood by her mother.

Then Shanna took a step and didn’t fall down. Then she took another and another until she was across the stable and back, standing by her mother, too. Then Simon said “Monno, do you think that they will be able to run pretty soon?”

“I don’t know, but I hope so,” said Monno.

“I think the Great Abiga is going to do something with them when they get ready to be trained. I don’t know what he is going to do with them,” said Simon

“Maybe he is going to train them or sell them or something. Of course, I don’t know what he is going to do to them, but I hope that he doesn’t do anything bad to them or sell them,” said Monno.

Meanwhile, Shanna and Tonna were trying to learn how to run, but they couldn’t do anything but walk around the stable. Then Tonna started to trot and Shanna watched so she could get the hang of how to do it. Simon and Monno were watching Tonna and Shanna trot around the stable.

Then Monno said is surprise, “Look at that brown spot on Tonna. The Great Spirit is looking down on us to see that we take good care of Tonna. Look at Shanna. She has a tan spot, the good luck spot. We may be able to have good luck and keep Tonna and Shonna. We must not treat them bad or else we may have bad luck. That would be very, very bad luck,” said Monno.

Then the Great Abiga of the town rode by again making sure everything was okay. He said to Simon, “My young lad. How are your young fillies doing? Have you named them yet?”

“Yes, I have,” replied Simon

“What are they and who is that young lad with you?” The Great Abiga asked.

“The names of the fillies are Tonna and Shanna,” said Simon.

“I say once again, what is the name of that lad with you?” growled Abiga.

“His name is Monno and he lives on 119 Abigil Street. Are there any more questions you would like me to answer? Any more questions, Sir Abiga?” asked Simon.

Abiga tapped his foot and said “Yes, there is one more question. What is the mare’s name that had these 2 fillies?”

“The name of the mare is Shonna,” Simon replied.

“Very good. Very good, my young lad. How would you like to leave Sabarth and go to Manoose. How would you like that?” asked Abiga.

“Would I be able to take my friend Monno, and Tonna and Shanna, the two fillies?” asked Simon.

“Yes, yes of course you can take Tonna and Shanna to Monoose,” Abiga said.

“Do you really mean it?! Do you really mean it?!” shouted Simon.

“Of course I do, do you think I would tell lie?” said Abiga.

“No, Sir Abiga, but I have never been out of Sabarth town,” Simon replied.

“Am I going to go too?”  Monno asked Abiga.

“If your friend wants you to,” said Abiga to Monno.

“Do you want me to come along?” Monno asked Simon.

“Yes, of course I do, Monno. Do you think I would leave a new best friend behind?” said Simon.

“Well, ahhh no…  but I don’t know if I can come with you because I haven’t asked my Mother and Father,” Monnos thought out loud.

Simon looked at him and said, “Then go ask them if you can, Monno”

Monno asked “I was going to do that, but can you come with me?”

“I suppose I could, but I have to talk to the Great Abiga and see when we are leaving,” said Simon.

“Okay, I will go alone and I’ll be right back.” So Monno went to his house and asked his Mother and Father.

While he was asking, Simon and Abiga were talking about the time they were leaving and when.

“I can, I can,” shouted Monno. “I can! I can! I can go with you Simon. I can!”

“Great!” yelled Simon.

“When are we leaving?” asked Monno.

Simon squinted and said “As soon as the fillies can walk and I get vacation.”

“Good, because I can stay with you until we leave,” said Monno.

Then Abiga got back into his carriage after they were done talking about the trip.”

(to be continued)

Thank you for reading my post.

Here is the link to the first post of the story. You can also find it on my blog page.

https://rhondaphelps.com/2017/12/29/a-childrens-story-the-adventure-of-tonna-and-shanna/