The Tea Shop, part 3 As everyone knew, Raccoon was a prolific baker, and so naturally she offered to provide a few goodies for the new tea shop. To display them, Rabbit was hoping to borrow Old Possum’s grandmother’s antique cake stand, the one with the glass dome,...
The Tea Shop, part 2 The hand-painted sign on the interior windowsill — right at ground level — still said Closed, but the note Raccoon clutched in her paw said “Come by around mid-afternoon for a sneak peek.” So at two o’clock sharp, Raccoon opened Rabbit’s front...
The Storm An intense storm front was blowing in and a fierce wind buffeted the cottage and the garden, hurling sticks from the trees and knocking over trash cans. Earlier that morning, the cats had been snuggled contentedly inside the cottage, but the wind was so loud...
The Island That particular Wednesday in January was cold and dreary, but tucked in amongst the day’s mail was a vision of warmth and loveliness. Crow had received a postcard from an old family friend: one of the now-grown children of a large, boisterous family of...
The Tea Shop, part 1 The January thaw was right on schedule. And then, as it always did, the weather turned cold again. But Rabbit was ready. Using her recent shipments of plain black and green teas; piles of dried flowers, fruits, and herbs; and her oils and spices...
