Riley and I drove to visit my son and his family. On the way
there we drove through several large wind turbine farms. We were taking some wire
fencing and posts to them so they could put a fence around their backyard. I
thought of a little story for my grandsons, 4 (almost 5) and 2 (almost 3). Here
it is:
THE LAND OF THE WHIRLIGIG
I ventured into the land of the giant whirligig today with
my friend Riley. I was a bit nervous. I don’t know any of the whirligigs
personally. The huge inhabitants of this
land seem to spend all their time standing in the sun twirling their three arms
around as fast as they can go. They took no notice of us as we moved among
them. Either we are too small and insignificant to catch their attention or
they simply do not care what we do here in their land.
My reason for traveling here is to visit a small family
living in the midst of the giant whirligigs. Their tiny home is in the middle
of a grassy meadow just beneath the feet of several of the whirligigs. The tall
grass grows right up to their walls. It is beautiful. It is also full of many
small animals and creatures. All of them are friends of the family except for
one. The Dreaded Hairy Lolipa.
The Dreaded Hairy Lolipa is about eight inches tall, has
round furry ears, brown fluffy fur with black and grey stripes. It has a short
tail and seems to be so nice and cuddly. Until you try to pet it. Then it shows
its shiny teeth and growls a terrible growl. (Very scary.) It gets its name
from the funny sound it makes as it runs through the grass. (Lolipa lolipa lolipa…)
In the back of my magic wagon, I have a special gift for my
friends. It is a fence to go around their little house. When I get there, the
father unloads the fence materials. It is a magic fence that goes all the way
around the yard. He pushes posts into the ground, and hangs the fence on the
posts. My friend Riley takes a nap in a wet spot in the grass. In a very short
time the fence is up and the family is completely safe from the Dreaded Hairy
Lolipa.
Before I go, my youngest friends come to me and say, “But
Fairy Grandmother, we are afraid of the Dreaded Hairy Lolipa.” I hug them and
say, “Don’t be afraid. If you see one, all you must do is sing its name
and it will run away. Like this: lolipa lolipa lolipa…”
©Cindy Erickson
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