The Catalogs



Around mid-afternoon, Squirrel checked the table on the cottage porch and found three pieces of mail to deliver: a letter for Old Possum; a book catalog (taped shut) for Mama Chipmunk; and addressed to Rabbit, another (unsealed) catalog, from a fancy stationer’s store.


He knew Rabbit wouldn’t mind, so Squirrel sat in one of the wicker chairs to browse the stationer’s wares.


There were so many beautiful things — exquisite fountain pens with fine nibs, jewel-toned inks, lined notebooks, leather-bound notebooks, sketchpads, pencils, and watercolors — that he began to daydream about all the things he could write and sketch and paint.


(Mid-April 2024)


Story © Jennifer Singleton / Read+Purr
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