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The Clubhouse Cabobble
By Kristy Jo Volchko, Sean Winburn
AuthorHouse LLCCopyright © 2014 Kristy Volchko
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Lulu Frog dangled her green toes in the pond as she watched a tiny butterfly flit from flower to flower. "What a beautiful afternoon," she sighed.
And it was! Not a cloud was in the sky, the sweet smell of honeysuckle danced through the air, and the cool water bubbled gently over the rocks like a soft and peaceful melody.
Lulu, Brenda Bunny, Katy Kat, and Sara Squirrel sat along the grassy shore, weaving flower baskets and basking in the sun.
Brenda said, "It is beautiful, Lulu. I just love arts and crafts day. I look forward to it all week."
"Oh, me too." Katy Kat held up her daisy basket and inspected it for holes. "I was afraid we'd have to cancel today. Last night's rainstorm was a doozy!"
Everyone nodded in agreement.
That morning, the entire farm was a wreck of broken tree branches, cornstalks, and muddy puddles. Tiny green crab apples, buckeyes, and pinecones—once safely nestled in their trees—lay scattered among the grounds everywhere.
Across the creek, Davy Frog, Bobby Bunny, Sammy Squirrel, and Tommy Kat were working hard, clearing out some of the leftover storm debris. The Beaver family was rebuilding their dam. The critters' afternoon games of hide-and-seek and kick-the-acorn had been cancelled.
Lulu had an idea. "Since the storm has scattered around so many apples, let's surprise the fellows with a giant tub of applesauce and a picnic lunch for all of their hard work."
"That's a great idea!" said Brenda. "Bobby just loves applesauce. I'll whip up a carrot stew and spinach pie too."
Sara offered to make corn fritters, and Katy said she'd make the strawberry pudding. The gal pals quickly cleaned up their cut flowers and baskets and headed for the gardens to gather fruits and vegetables. They sang all of their favorite songs as they collected apples, berries, corn, baby tomatoes, tiny potatoes, spinach, and carrots.
By the time they had finished preparing the vegetable pie, soup, salad, and desserts, their bellies were grumbling hungry songs of their own. Everything looked and smelled delicious.CHAPTER 2
Club Tiger Lilies
As the gals skipped and scuttled along the wooded trail to share this fine feast with the fellows, they stumbled upon a fallen, mighty oak tree lying on its side.
Katy pointed. "Hey! This tree must have fallen down during the storm."
"Whoa!" cried Lulu. "She must be at least a zillion years old. Look at those birthday rings!"
Brenda hopped up onto the oak's highest branch, way at the tippy-top, where it had once stood proudly among the clouds. "See, rabbits can climb tall trees after all! Even if this one is lying on the ground."
A very large opening was at the front of the trunk, wide enough for all of them to fit inside easily. One by one, they each climbed in carefully and looked around.
"Hello! Lo! Lo! Lo!" Lulu bellowed, her voice echoing around them.
Everyone cracked up laughing as they began shouting a chorus of chirps, meows, hoots, and howls to hear their own echoes vibrating off the wooden walls. It sounded so funny.
Sara said, "It sure is roomy in here."
Lulu nodded. "It's dry too. It would make a perfect place to do our arts and crafts when we want to come in from out of the weather."
"I was just thinking the same thing," said Katy. "I've never been fond of getting wet or rained on. Every time it pours, our baskets get soaked, no matter where we store them."
Sara teased, "April showers bring May flowers."
Brenda sang, "But it also brings mushy baskets!"
Sara said, "We could make it a clubhouse for us girls."
"Our very own girls club?" Lulu liked the sound of that. "We could name it Club Tiger Lilies or Rose Petal Posse."
Brenda said, "Those are really great names, Lulu. We could decorate it beautifully too, you know, with curtains, flowers, and pillows."
Lulu was hopping up and down with excitement. "Yeah!"
Sara pointed to the back corner. "We could put chairs of hay and fluffy pink rugs to keep our feet warm right over there."
Katy added, "And we can paint the walls pink with cranberry juice too!"
The gals were bubbling with excitement as they climbed out of their newly claimed tree house, bursting with ideas. They couldn't wait to get started decorating and decided to name their club the Tiger Lilies.CHAPTER 3
A Nitpicking Picnic
When the Tiger Lilies arrived with the picnic, they saw that the fellows had worked very hard. The area was once again the lovely place it had been before the giant storm hit. Leaves, twigs, acorns, and mushrooms were placed in many separate piles, just waiting to be used by whoever needed them.
Lulu spread out the red-and-white-checkered picnic blanket, Sara and Brenda emptied the food baskets, and Katy set out the napkins and bamboo bowls.
"It's lunchtime!" hollered Katy. "Come and get it."
Davy Frog set down his bundle of twigs and did a giant frog leap to the blanket. He looked at all the food. "What a nice surprise!"
Jaybird took a break from repairing his nest to swoop down and join them. "Everything looks dee-licious!"
Bobby Bunny darted over. "Is that carrot soup and spinach pie I smell?" He rubbed his furry white belly. "Yum!"
Sammy Squirrel quickly dropped his acorns. "You made my favorite! Corn fritters!"
Sara smiled at him sweetly and nodded.
Sammy blushed. "Thank you, Miss Sara."
Everyone watching them giggled.
Tommy Kat climbed down from the tree branch, and Manny and Missy Mosquito bizz-buzzed on over as well. They invited Barry Beaver and his family to join them, as they had made enough for all to share.
Soon, everyone's bellies were quite full as they relaxed beneath the shady tree.
Tommy licked his paws free of crumbs. "That was a terrific lunch. Thank you again."
Davy polished off the last few bites of his pudding. "It really did hit the spot. Thanks a lot. We were hoping to be finished with the storm cleanup in time for afternoon games, but we still have a few things left to do."
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