The Summer Quartet, part 4 While being serenaded the day before by (nearly) all the insects, no one had paid much attention to the buzzing of the bees. But the next morning, they certainly noticed all the invitations. Papery strips of birch bark,...
The New Student Once Harold was asleep, Mr. Owl added a splash of Irish cream to his cocoa, settled into his reading chair, and broke the wax seal on the envelope his unexpected houseguest had delivered. Tucked inside were several sheets of heavy linen...
The Unexpected Letter Mr. Owl was unaccustomed to hearing his doorbell ring at night. In the mornings before school, perhaps. In the afternoons, after school or at teatime, of course. But not after dark. Not knowing who or what to expect, he answered the...
The Little Owl After a late-evening game of chess, and one glass of sherry, Rabbit was walking home from Old Possum’s house when she heard the soft trill of a screech owl coming from a branch above her own front door. She couldn’t remember having seen...
The Katydids No one, except Old Possum, of course, could remember another summer when the nights were quite so full of katydid song. Baby Hoppy, for one, had never heard any katydids at all, because the nightly concerts always started well after her...
The Iced Teas It was so hot in the garden that Rabbit had set aside her teapots and mugs, her candles and warming trivets. The icebox was filled with trays of ice cubes and seven pitchers of iced tea she had prepared the night before. There were two...
