My Newest Creation. A Retold Fairy Tale with a little twist.
Gransel And Hettle
By: Amber Osmon
“Turn the TV down Gransel!”
“But Hettle turned it on!”
“I don’t care! YOU turn it off right now or I’ll come in there and beat you black and blue!”
“Yes mother… Geez, you always get me in trouble Hettle!”
“It’s not my fault you didn’t turn the TV down…”
“But you….. Oh, nevermind. You’re such a pain!”
“Am not!”
“Are too”
“Am not!”
“Are too”
“You guys really want me to come in there angry don’t you. You just wait. If you don’t stop arguing, I’m gonna go get the stick!”
“No mom! Not the stick!” The children pleaded in unison.
Gransel and Hettle had been born to a young, careless, alcoholic mother. She had little tolerance for children, and greatly believed that physical discipline would solve any problem. Most often when the children would misbehave, mother would go out and get this leafless tangle of thorn bush from outside which was attached to a long sturdy smooth stick. Mother would hold the stick and repeatedly hit the children with the thorny end till she say blood and heard screaming. The small yet sturdy entangled branches of the thorn bush would leave yelps on them, and the thorns would stick into them leaving small holes.
Often at night after mom passed out in her drunken haze, which was usually around 7PM, Gransel and Hettle would take some blankets and pillows and sneak out their window. They would go into the nearby woods, not too deep in, as not to get lost, and they would sleep there peacefully. They always woke up at a decent hour in the morning to the sounds of small birds. They would sneak back into their rooms and into their beds before mom woke up.
One day, mom was more sober than usual. She looked in the pantry and pulled out a bunch of cans. She opened the refrigerator and found some chicken. She made up a small table dinner for the children and called them into eat.
“We’re having dinner tonight?” Gransel asked.
“Yes, we’re having dinner tonight. Unless neither of you are hungry.”
“No, we are! We are!” replied Hettle.
Mother never usually worried herself with dinner. Most of the time it was up to Gransel and Hettle to scavenge the fridge and find something for themselves. Sometimes even, mother would get so messed up that she wouldn’t realize they had no food at all, and Gransel and Hettle would venture off into the woods and find berries and such to satisfy their hunger.
After dinner, the children were watching TV, making sure to keep it at a decent volume. Mother came into the living room and said: “Kids, we’re gonna go on a little ride. Get in the car.”
They loaded into the small, rusted old Thunderbird, the only car mother had. The children buckled up in the back seat, and of course mom seated herself behind the wheel and revved up the engine. She immediately zoomed off down their long dirt driveway. She pulled into town, and then got on the highway. Soon she was driving on the interstate. It seemed like they drove for hours, mom taking as many twists and turns as she could until the children had no idea what so ever about where they were. Finally she turned onto a little road. This road was surrounded by trees, just like their yard at home. But the children knew they were far from home. Then she turned onto a little dirt trail leading into the surrounding wood. In the backseat, the children exchanged worried glances. Mother followed this trail in the little Thunderbird until the trail got too narrow for a car to follow. At this point mother stopped the car. She told the children to get out, and that they were all going to go on a little hike, for fun.
The family walked deep into the forest. Just like on the road, mom took as many complicated twists and turns off the path as she could. It was getting dark, they’d been walking for hours, and their feet were beyond tired. Then mom said “We’re going to stop and sleep here children, it’s too dark to try to find our way back to the car, and I know we’re all exhausted. I’ll explain today’s little venture to you in the morning, go to sleep now my babies. May rest find your dreams.” The children knew mom was acting really funny, and a lot nicer than usual too. Something was up, they just didn’t know what yet, and they were too tired to think right now; so they just went to sleep.
In the morning, after the children had woken up, neither of them could see their mother. They both stood up, and they yelled for her “Mother”… “Mom”… “Mom, where are you!???” But they got no reply. She’d done it again.
Mom was notorious for leaving the children in strange places trying to get rid of them. It happened a lot in stores and malls and such, but security guards and employees always seemed to be able to find the mother of the purposely lost children, and mother would play like she was so grateful they had been found and returned to her, but the children knew what she was trying to do. Now she’d really done it. Left them out in the middle of a forest. They had no idea where they were… But they knew mom wasn’t coming back.
The children decided to do the only thing they could, which was start walking and try to find their way back to the road. They walked and walked and seemed only to be getting more lost and tangled into deep forest. All of a sudden they saw a bright light that looked like an opening in the trees. They scampered over to it as quickly as they could. They quickly discovered not the road, but a small clearing in the forest, and what appeared to be a house made of pizza?
“Gransel… Am I seeing things, or is that…”
“A house made of pizza?” Gransel replied.
The children exchanged very confused looks. They hadn’t eaten since early evening the day before, and they were very hungry from walking so much. They decided to explore. They both approached the cheese covered and topping decorated house… Cheese made up the sides of the house, while it was trimmed in crust. The chimney was made up of the biggest piece of sausage either of them had ever seen. The outside was dotted with little pepperoni’s everywhere, and the occasional mushroom, onion, or sausage. The windows seemed to be formed from empty glass Coke bottles.
Urged by hunger, the children ran up to the house, and stuck their hands in anxiously, pulling off pieces of cheese w/ crust and toppings and shoveling handfuls into their mouths. Suddenly they heard the sound of pizza crust breaking? They looked up and realized, someone was opening the door of the house… There stood a very beautiful woman, clad in attire purely of black. Her dark hair was long, down her back. She looked so smooth and perfect. The children were simultaneously astonished and scared.
“I thought I heard something in my walls! What are you two children doing so far out here, and WHY are you eating my house?” the lady asked.
“Ummm…..” “Uhhhhh…” The children’s mouth’s were wide open and they had no idea what to say.
“Are you lost?” Asked the mysterious lady.
“Ummmm, yeah I guess…” said Gransel.
“You guess? Well, do you know where you are?” asked the lady.
“No, we don’t, our mom brought us out here and left us, and we were trying to find our way back to the road, but then we saw your house, and we were so hungry, and….” Hettle couldn’t think of another word.
“Oh, you poor dears! Your mother just left you out here?”
“Yes”-replied Hettle.
“She does that a lot, leaves us places. It’s her way of trying to get rid of us.” Said Gransel.
“Well you too come in and I’ll fix you up some pizza, since you obviously like it.”
“We LOVE pizza” the children replied in unison, then looked at each other and giggled. The woman smiled “Good then”, she said.
The children followed the woman into the pizza house. The nice lady took a pizza out of the freezer in the small kitchen area and put it in the oven.
The inside of the pizza house was dome-like and made solely of crust. It was warm inside, and the children were thankful for that, for there had been a breeze outside.
The children seated themselves in black metal chairs around a somewhat large black metal table. “Don’t you ever worry this house might blow down on a windy day?” asked Gransel.
“Yeah, or that it might rain and cave in?” asked Hettle.
“Nope. I put a spell on this house stopping anything in nature from harming it.” The lady answered.
The children gasped, “So you’re a witch?” Hettle asked.
“I am a wiccan who is very skilled in the craft and I live out here to avoid the wrongful judgement of people.” Said the lady. “My name is Suzanne by the way. What are your names?” she asked.
“I’m Gransel”
“And I’m Hettle” the children replied.
“Well it’s very good to meet both of you… Oh, looks like the pizza’s ready!”
“That was really fast!” said Gransel. Suzanne went to the somewhat high cabinets and got out some plates and glasses. She put the plates in front of the children, the same with the glasses after she filled them with water. She served the pizza to the hungry children. They ate fast.
After they were done eating, she removed the plates and put them by the sink. “So your mom wants to get rid of you? Why would she want to do that?” asked Suzanne.
“She never really wanted children. She often reminds us that we were accidents that she wishes wouldn’t of happened.” Said Gransel.
“My lord!” said Suzanne, “I can’t even imagine that… I’ve always wanted children. I never knew my parents, I was raised in an orphanage, and none of the other children really liked me. I think they were scared of me since I have powers. I came out here when I was 21. I made this clearing, here in the forest, and I created this house, and I’ve been here ever since.”
“Wow, don’t you get lonely out here?” asked Hettle.
“Of course I do. But I was lonely out in the world, since nobody really cared about me, so why not live out here with the wonderful creatures of the forest in this nice little area in my cozy little pizza house?”
“Good point” Gransel said.
“I never get company, which is why I was so surprised to see you two out there today. Nobody’s ever found this place before. Nobody ever comes out here.”
“Well, we were just lost, but I’m glad we got to meet you Suzanne.” Said Gransel.
“Me too” replied Hettle.
“I wish you didn’t have to leave. I will really miss you children. I do get so lonesome out here sometimes, just me and Clappy.”
“Clappy?” Gransel asked with a worried expression.
“OH, Yes! Clappy! My cat!” Suzanne clapped her hands and said “Clappy, come say hello.” Suddenly a cat walked up out of nowhere. “This is Clappy. See why I call him that? Whenever I clap and call him, he always comes.” She smiled and laughed a little.
“Awwww….” The children cooed as they admired the beautiful black cat, Clappy.
“Well, I guess when your ready, I’ll take you out to the road where you were trying to go in the first place.”
“Actually, I don’t know what we’ll do when we get there anyway. Mom drove miles and miles to even get here, and we don’t know how to get back home.” Said Gransel.
“Well, what’s the name of your town?” Suzanne asked.
“Grumpytown. Sometimes we think it might have been named after mom. We’re one of the only 4 houses in the whole town.”
Suzanne chuckled, “I know where Grumpytown is. I could take you there.”
“There’s no way we could walk there Suzanne, it’s so far. And you don’t have a car, do you? I didn’t see one.” Said Hettle.
“No Hettle, but I do have a flying Giraffe, he’s in the stable out back.”
“REALLY?” Both the children asked in astonished and excited shock.
“Yeah, his name’s Shelby.” Suzanne said.
“Wow, can we see him?” Asked Hettle.
“Sure, Suzanne said, I could even take you on a ride.”
Suzanne led the children out to the small stable. It was a nice little place. It was a tall stable, and it had a star above the door. There was lots of hay inside, and a huge barrel of water, and a trough with food. And then they saw Shelby.
“Wow” the children said.
“He’s beautiful…” commented Hettle.
“You can pet him..” Suzanne said to the children. Gransel and Hettle proceeded to pet the giant giraffe, Shelby. He was wearing one saddle, and Suzanne proceeded to mount him with two more.
“Wow Susanne, how many people can ride him at the same time?” asked Gransel.
“Oh, about four adults. Four saddles.” Said Suzanne.
“Strong giraffe!” said Hettle.
“Yeah, he’s a good boy too.” Said Suzanne, patting Shelby on the rear. When the three saddles were on Shelby, Suzanne helped Gransel and Hettle up to get on the two rear saddles, and she mounted the front saddle. Hettle sat in front of Gransel.
“Hettle, you hold on tight around my waist ok? And Gransel, you hold on tight to your sister. Here we go.” Suzanne lightly lifted and dropped the giraffe’s reigns and said
“Out, Shelby.” Shelby walked out of the stable. Suzanne patted Shelby lightly on the neck with the reigns and said “one, two, three, fly!” and off they went! Shelby flew threw the sky. Gransel and Hettle were a little scared at first, but then they let out shouts of joy. Suzanne flew Shelby all around above the forest, showing the children the different parts. She showed them the road that their mother took to get into the forest, the interstate, the highway, and the small roads leading back to Grumpytown. The children pointed out their house to Suzanne and she landed Shelby in the middle of their long dirt driveway.
“Good boy Shelby!” Suzanne said to her helpful escort, patting his side. Hettle hugged Suzanne and Suzanne touched her little hands.
“I don’t wanna go back home Suzanne, why can’t we come back and live with you?” said Hettle.
“Yeah” agreed Gransel “Why can’t we? It’s not like our mother misses us, she left us out there in that big dark forest all by ourselves.”
“It’s true!” said Hettle.
“Oh children, you two are the only friends I’ve ever really had. And I wouldn’t mind if you did want to come back to the pizza house and live there with me, Shelby, and Clappy. They like you a lot.” Shelby made a cooing noise indicating happiness and leaned his head back to lovingly nudge the children. The children smiled.
“So we can??!!!” asked Gransel. The children’s eye’s both glowed with joy.
“I suppose so children, as long as you don’t mind eating a lot of pizza!”
“We don’t mind!” the children shouted.
Then Suzanne flicked Shelby’s neck with the reins and said, “Home, boy! One, two, three, fly!” In a flash they were off into the sky again heading back towards the southern woods to the pizza house. When they landed and Suzanne walked Shelby back into his stable, Gransel asked “Can I fly Shelby someday?”
“Maybe someday Gransel.” Suzanne replied. And the three walked back towards the pizza house smiling hand in hand.
From that day on, Suzanne mothered Gransel and Hettle as if they were her own. The children were happier then they’d ever been before. And Clappy and Shelby welcomed the extra attention.
By: Amber Osmon
“Turn the TV down Gransel!”
“But Hettle turned it on!”
“I don’t care! YOU turn it off right now or I’ll come in there and beat you black and blue!”
“Yes mother… Geez, you always get me in trouble Hettle!”
“It’s not my fault you didn’t turn the TV down…”
“But you….. Oh, nevermind. You’re such a pain!”
“Am not!”
“Are too”
“Am not!”
“Are too”
“You guys really want me to come in there angry don’t you. You just wait. If you don’t stop arguing, I’m gonna go get the stick!”
“No mom! Not the stick!” The children pleaded in unison.
Gransel and Hettle had been born to a young, careless, alcoholic mother. She had little tolerance for children, and greatly believed that physical discipline would solve any problem. Most often when the children would misbehave, mother would go out and get this leafless tangle of thorn bush from outside which was attached to a long sturdy smooth stick. Mother would hold the stick and repeatedly hit the children with the thorny end till she say blood and heard screaming. The small yet sturdy entangled branches of the thorn bush would leave yelps on them, and the thorns would stick into them leaving small holes.
Often at night after mom passed out in her drunken haze, which was usually around 7PM, Gransel and Hettle would take some blankets and pillows and sneak out their window. They would go into the nearby woods, not too deep in, as not to get lost, and they would sleep there peacefully. They always woke up at a decent hour in the morning to the sounds of small birds. They would sneak back into their rooms and into their beds before mom woke up.
One day, mom was more sober than usual. She looked in the pantry and pulled out a bunch of cans. She opened the refrigerator and found some chicken. She made up a small table dinner for the children and called them into eat.
“We’re having dinner tonight?” Gransel asked.
“Yes, we’re having dinner tonight. Unless neither of you are hungry.”
“No, we are! We are!” replied Hettle.
Mother never usually worried herself with dinner. Most of the time it was up to Gransel and Hettle to scavenge the fridge and find something for themselves. Sometimes even, mother would get so messed up that she wouldn’t realize they had no food at all, and Gransel and Hettle would venture off into the woods and find berries and such to satisfy their hunger.
After dinner, the children were watching TV, making sure to keep it at a decent volume. Mother came into the living room and said: “Kids, we’re gonna go on a little ride. Get in the car.”
They loaded into the small, rusted old Thunderbird, the only car mother had. The children buckled up in the back seat, and of course mom seated herself behind the wheel and revved up the engine. She immediately zoomed off down their long dirt driveway. She pulled into town, and then got on the highway. Soon she was driving on the interstate. It seemed like they drove for hours, mom taking as many twists and turns as she could until the children had no idea what so ever about where they were. Finally she turned onto a little road. This road was surrounded by trees, just like their yard at home. But the children knew they were far from home. Then she turned onto a little dirt trail leading into the surrounding wood. In the backseat, the children exchanged worried glances. Mother followed this trail in the little Thunderbird until the trail got too narrow for a car to follow. At this point mother stopped the car. She told the children to get out, and that they were all going to go on a little hike, for fun.
The family walked deep into the forest. Just like on the road, mom took as many complicated twists and turns off the path as she could. It was getting dark, they’d been walking for hours, and their feet were beyond tired. Then mom said “We’re going to stop and sleep here children, it’s too dark to try to find our way back to the car, and I know we’re all exhausted. I’ll explain today’s little venture to you in the morning, go to sleep now my babies. May rest find your dreams.” The children knew mom was acting really funny, and a lot nicer than usual too. Something was up, they just didn’t know what yet, and they were too tired to think right now; so they just went to sleep.
In the morning, after the children had woken up, neither of them could see their mother. They both stood up, and they yelled for her “Mother”… “Mom”… “Mom, where are you!???” But they got no reply. She’d done it again.
Mom was notorious for leaving the children in strange places trying to get rid of them. It happened a lot in stores and malls and such, but security guards and employees always seemed to be able to find the mother of the purposely lost children, and mother would play like she was so grateful they had been found and returned to her, but the children knew what she was trying to do. Now she’d really done it. Left them out in the middle of a forest. They had no idea where they were… But they knew mom wasn’t coming back.
The children decided to do the only thing they could, which was start walking and try to find their way back to the road. They walked and walked and seemed only to be getting more lost and tangled into deep forest. All of a sudden they saw a bright light that looked like an opening in the trees. They scampered over to it as quickly as they could. They quickly discovered not the road, but a small clearing in the forest, and what appeared to be a house made of pizza?
“Gransel… Am I seeing things, or is that…”
“A house made of pizza?” Gransel replied.
The children exchanged very confused looks. They hadn’t eaten since early evening the day before, and they were very hungry from walking so much. They decided to explore. They both approached the cheese covered and topping decorated house… Cheese made up the sides of the house, while it was trimmed in crust. The chimney was made up of the biggest piece of sausage either of them had ever seen. The outside was dotted with little pepperoni’s everywhere, and the occasional mushroom, onion, or sausage. The windows seemed to be formed from empty glass Coke bottles.
Urged by hunger, the children ran up to the house, and stuck their hands in anxiously, pulling off pieces of cheese w/ crust and toppings and shoveling handfuls into their mouths. Suddenly they heard the sound of pizza crust breaking? They looked up and realized, someone was opening the door of the house… There stood a very beautiful woman, clad in attire purely of black. Her dark hair was long, down her back. She looked so smooth and perfect. The children were simultaneously astonished and scared.
“I thought I heard something in my walls! What are you two children doing so far out here, and WHY are you eating my house?” the lady asked.
“Ummm…..” “Uhhhhh…” The children’s mouth’s were wide open and they had no idea what to say.
“Are you lost?” Asked the mysterious lady.
“Ummmm, yeah I guess…” said Gransel.
“You guess? Well, do you know where you are?” asked the lady.
“No, we don’t, our mom brought us out here and left us, and we were trying to find our way back to the road, but then we saw your house, and we were so hungry, and….” Hettle couldn’t think of another word.
“Oh, you poor dears! Your mother just left you out here?”
“Yes”-replied Hettle.
“She does that a lot, leaves us places. It’s her way of trying to get rid of us.” Said Gransel.
“Well you too come in and I’ll fix you up some pizza, since you obviously like it.”
“We LOVE pizza” the children replied in unison, then looked at each other and giggled. The woman smiled “Good then”, she said.
The children followed the woman into the pizza house. The nice lady took a pizza out of the freezer in the small kitchen area and put it in the oven.
The inside of the pizza house was dome-like and made solely of crust. It was warm inside, and the children were thankful for that, for there had been a breeze outside.
The children seated themselves in black metal chairs around a somewhat large black metal table. “Don’t you ever worry this house might blow down on a windy day?” asked Gransel.
“Yeah, or that it might rain and cave in?” asked Hettle.
“Nope. I put a spell on this house stopping anything in nature from harming it.” The lady answered.
The children gasped, “So you’re a witch?” Hettle asked.
“I am a wiccan who is very skilled in the craft and I live out here to avoid the wrongful judgement of people.” Said the lady. “My name is Suzanne by the way. What are your names?” she asked.
“I’m Gransel”
“And I’m Hettle” the children replied.
“Well it’s very good to meet both of you… Oh, looks like the pizza’s ready!”
“That was really fast!” said Gransel. Suzanne went to the somewhat high cabinets and got out some plates and glasses. She put the plates in front of the children, the same with the glasses after she filled them with water. She served the pizza to the hungry children. They ate fast.
After they were done eating, she removed the plates and put them by the sink. “So your mom wants to get rid of you? Why would she want to do that?” asked Suzanne.
“She never really wanted children. She often reminds us that we were accidents that she wishes wouldn’t of happened.” Said Gransel.
“My lord!” said Suzanne, “I can’t even imagine that… I’ve always wanted children. I never knew my parents, I was raised in an orphanage, and none of the other children really liked me. I think they were scared of me since I have powers. I came out here when I was 21. I made this clearing, here in the forest, and I created this house, and I’ve been here ever since.”
“Wow, don’t you get lonely out here?” asked Hettle.
“Of course I do. But I was lonely out in the world, since nobody really cared about me, so why not live out here with the wonderful creatures of the forest in this nice little area in my cozy little pizza house?”
“Good point” Gransel said.
“I never get company, which is why I was so surprised to see you two out there today. Nobody’s ever found this place before. Nobody ever comes out here.”
“Well, we were just lost, but I’m glad we got to meet you Suzanne.” Said Gransel.
“Me too” replied Hettle.
“I wish you didn’t have to leave. I will really miss you children. I do get so lonesome out here sometimes, just me and Clappy.”
“Clappy?” Gransel asked with a worried expression.
“OH, Yes! Clappy! My cat!” Suzanne clapped her hands and said “Clappy, come say hello.” Suddenly a cat walked up out of nowhere. “This is Clappy. See why I call him that? Whenever I clap and call him, he always comes.” She smiled and laughed a little.
“Awwww….” The children cooed as they admired the beautiful black cat, Clappy.
“Well, I guess when your ready, I’ll take you out to the road where you were trying to go in the first place.”
“Actually, I don’t know what we’ll do when we get there anyway. Mom drove miles and miles to even get here, and we don’t know how to get back home.” Said Gransel.
“Well, what’s the name of your town?” Suzanne asked.
“Grumpytown. Sometimes we think it might have been named after mom. We’re one of the only 4 houses in the whole town.”
Suzanne chuckled, “I know where Grumpytown is. I could take you there.”
“There’s no way we could walk there Suzanne, it’s so far. And you don’t have a car, do you? I didn’t see one.” Said Hettle.
“No Hettle, but I do have a flying Giraffe, he’s in the stable out back.”
“REALLY?” Both the children asked in astonished and excited shock.
“Yeah, his name’s Shelby.” Suzanne said.
“Wow, can we see him?” Asked Hettle.
“Sure, Suzanne said, I could even take you on a ride.”
Suzanne led the children out to the small stable. It was a nice little place. It was a tall stable, and it had a star above the door. There was lots of hay inside, and a huge barrel of water, and a trough with food. And then they saw Shelby.
“Wow” the children said.
“He’s beautiful…” commented Hettle.
“You can pet him..” Suzanne said to the children. Gransel and Hettle proceeded to pet the giant giraffe, Shelby. He was wearing one saddle, and Suzanne proceeded to mount him with two more.
“Wow Susanne, how many people can ride him at the same time?” asked Gransel.
“Oh, about four adults. Four saddles.” Said Suzanne.
“Strong giraffe!” said Hettle.
“Yeah, he’s a good boy too.” Said Suzanne, patting Shelby on the rear. When the three saddles were on Shelby, Suzanne helped Gransel and Hettle up to get on the two rear saddles, and she mounted the front saddle. Hettle sat in front of Gransel.
“Hettle, you hold on tight around my waist ok? And Gransel, you hold on tight to your sister. Here we go.” Suzanne lightly lifted and dropped the giraffe’s reigns and said
“Out, Shelby.” Shelby walked out of the stable. Suzanne patted Shelby lightly on the neck with the reigns and said “one, two, three, fly!” and off they went! Shelby flew threw the sky. Gransel and Hettle were a little scared at first, but then they let out shouts of joy. Suzanne flew Shelby all around above the forest, showing the children the different parts. She showed them the road that their mother took to get into the forest, the interstate, the highway, and the small roads leading back to Grumpytown. The children pointed out their house to Suzanne and she landed Shelby in the middle of their long dirt driveway.
“Good boy Shelby!” Suzanne said to her helpful escort, patting his side. Hettle hugged Suzanne and Suzanne touched her little hands.
“I don’t wanna go back home Suzanne, why can’t we come back and live with you?” said Hettle.
“Yeah” agreed Gransel “Why can’t we? It’s not like our mother misses us, she left us out there in that big dark forest all by ourselves.”
“It’s true!” said Hettle.
“Oh children, you two are the only friends I’ve ever really had. And I wouldn’t mind if you did want to come back to the pizza house and live there with me, Shelby, and Clappy. They like you a lot.” Shelby made a cooing noise indicating happiness and leaned his head back to lovingly nudge the children. The children smiled.
“So we can??!!!” asked Gransel. The children’s eye’s both glowed with joy.
“I suppose so children, as long as you don’t mind eating a lot of pizza!”
“We don’t mind!” the children shouted.
Then Suzanne flicked Shelby’s neck with the reins and said, “Home, boy! One, two, three, fly!” In a flash they were off into the sky again heading back towards the southern woods to the pizza house. When they landed and Suzanne walked Shelby back into his stable, Gransel asked “Can I fly Shelby someday?”
“Maybe someday Gransel.” Suzanne replied. And the three walked back towards the pizza house smiling hand in hand.
From that day on, Suzanne mothered Gransel and Hettle as if they were her own. The children were happier then they’d ever been before. And Clappy and Shelby welcomed the extra attention.