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.

All Rights Reserved

# 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.

city-restaurant-table-pavement.jpg

#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.

open doors.jpg

#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.

danger-small-back-carry-1.jpg

#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?)

medium_7906679222-450x299.jpg

#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.)

hands and heart.jpg

#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.

too-much-tongue.jpg

#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

my love.png

 

 

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

 

 

 

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.

HB Frog #2.jpg

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.

HB Frog #3.jpg

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.

HB Frog #4.jpg

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

HB Frog #5.jpg

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.

HB Frog #6.jpg

THE END

Thank you for joining me today…

Have a lovely day!

Peace,
Rhonda

Xena – Warrior Puppy – Savior of Cystic Fibrosis Soul – Hope

Xena! Warrior puppy… savior of young lady living with Cystic Fibrosis.

Her flopsy-mopsy ears, charcoal nose, and sparkling midnight eyes are no diguise for the mischevious, playful soul that resides within her gentle heart. The strands of hair that blossom from the bridge of her muzzle tease on-lookers, who can’t help but smile. Xena romps and bounces, often tripping over her own limbs. Her high-spirited nature begs for attention, and her sense of humor is shown by her frolics, often focused on her furr-buddies… who seem to be less than amused. It’s easy to be consumed by her velvety hair, and wandering strands that welcome the human touch.

My daughter has cystic fibrosis, and Xena is her 9-month old service dog, in training. Morgan’s life began with a life-flight to Primary Children’s Hospital, and a major surgery at 24 hours old. Our life as a family was turned to focus on her survival.

From the ages 1-5, Morgan experienced hand-administered chest physiotherapy and nebulized albuterol and pulmozyme, every morning and night, enzymes to digest her food, countless vitamins, and quarterly visits to CF clinics and doctors. At the age of 5, she was able to start using a “vest” for her daily therapy to help loosen the mucus in her lungs.

From the ages 6-11, Morgan had over 10 sinus surgeries for chronic sinusitus, and still continued to do her daily therapy routines. When Morgan was 12, she started to realize she was “different” than other kids. Unfortunately, this reality was made obvious by cruel teenagers and inadequate school personnel. Morgan bravely tried out for cheer-leading, only to be ridiculed by bratty school girls. She participated with the cross-country team, until her couch announced to everyone that Morgan had special needs, a highly illegal pronouncement. She was teased when she had to administer drugs through a PICC line, it’s not easy to hide.

As Morgan raged into her teen-age years, the school situation did not improve. She became rebellious, and in her desire to be in control of something… anything… she stopped doing her scheduled therapy. Her faith in humanity declined, and anger superceded her logic. It crushed me to feel like a helpless by-stander, a CF Mom.

The years that brought her into her 20’s were like tidal waves, overwhelming and all-consuming. Social media provided a pathway to relate to other people with cystic fibroris, but sadly, some of her closest friends lost their battle with CF. She was morphing into a young lady, carrying a broken heart and weakened body.

Last August, Morgan told me it was short notice, but she was getting a dog, a service dog.

(Xena and me)

me n xena.jpeg

Xena is relishing her puppy world as Morgan introduces her to the routine of a service dog. Xena’s focus can be on a multitude of objects and sounds, as she seeks out her next unwilling playmate, but when Morgan says her name, the love and affection eminating from Xena to her human is genuine, and heartfelt.

It brings tears to my eyes when I watch Morgan and Xena, both are truly a blessing. Morgan’s boyfriend has also been a steady rock for her over the past year, he has been graced with understanding.

HOPE is powerful. HOPE is the most common word used in non-profit organizations.

HOPE… is a black and white furball… a soul created to nuture her hero; the brave young lady I am proud to have as my daughter.

Morgan sent me this picture… “Groomed and Thrilled”. Xena was not exactly thrilled about her grooming day. Gotta love it!

Thank you for reading my post. Enjoy your day.

Rhonda

xena trim.jpeg

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.

Haystack and soldiers.jpeg

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.

Boys talking.jpeg

“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.

File Jan 10, 4 02 31 PM.jpeg

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” #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