A Children’s Winter Story

The snow fell all morning covering Kettle Cove in a thick blanket of fluffy white snow. Coco and Bean were busy building a large snow hammy, hoping theirs would win the prize at the Winter Festival.

“Let’s go and find some twigs for his arms and seashells for his eyes!” said Coco.

“I don’t know,” replied a hesitant Bean. “My mama said not to stray far from home.”

Coco, who was busy catching snowflakes in her mouth, didn’t bother to look at her cautious friend. “We won’t go far, I promise,” said Coco in a muffled voice. A snowflake had just settled on her small, pink tongue. “We won’t even go past Gull Square.”

Bean considered Coco’s words. “Okay, Coco. Let’s go hunting!”

As they collected their twigs, Coco noticed small paw imprints around large paw imprints in the snow.

“Do you think that belongs to a Boondoogle?” whispered Coco.

“Maybe. I’ve never seen one before! Have you?” replied Bean as a cold shiver went down his spine.

Coco shook her head and after a brief pause, grabbed her friend by the hand and ran off in the direction of the paw prints.

“Let’s follow the prints. Maybe we’ll see a Boondoogle!”

They both shouted
“What an adventure!”

Tracking paw prints was hard work and they were growing cold and weary. It was the sound of branches breaking off in the distance from the crisp and frosty air that broke the silence between friends.

Suddenly, Coco grabbed Bean by the hand, squeezing it tightly.

“I can’t see anymore paw prints,” said Coco anxiously.

“Neither can I,” said Bean.

At that moment they both looked around and noticed the snow was coming down heavier. The wind blew hard across the hills covering the paw prints as well as their own tracks in the snow.

“How will we find our way back? I’m so hungry and cold,” whispered Coco.

Bean put his paw around his friend. “I have extra berries in my pocket, once we find some shelter, we’ll have a feast!”

Warmed by Bean’s words, the two went off to find some relief from the bitter cold.

Come back next Monday to see the continuation of
Coco & Bean’s
Adventure

Warmly,
Cheri

Did you notice Bean shared something with his friend?

Bean produced three berries from his pocket, but seemed disappointed with the result.

Without letting Coco see his worried eyes, he reached in for more and was alarmed when his small paws felt nothing but the seam of his coat pocket.

“The berries! The berries are gone!” exclaimed Bean.

Coco watched her friend search his coat. In the bottom corner of his right-hand pocket was a small hole.

Coco looked at Bean with sympathetic eyes and then at the three small berries in his hand.

“At least we have something.”

“But Coco, what are we going to do with –’ however before Bean could finish his thought, Coco let out a loud squeal.

“Look!” yelled Coco enthusiastically. In the distance was a fallen tree. “We can use some of the bark to build a shelter.”

The two Hammies trudged through the snow to investigate the tree. At the base was an old wooden door.

“I think someone lives here,” cautioned Bean. “We shouldn’t intrude.”

Coco was less polite.

“But where else can we go?” Coco asked as she curled her tiny paw and rapped on the thick wooden door.

The door creaked open, revealing an empty chamber. The floor was covered in dry grass and beach rose decorated the dry dirt walls.

“It’s an old root cellar!” shouted Coco.

 

Protected from the cold wintery elements, Bean carefully placed each berry in a chipped seashell and offered them to his friend.

“You have them, “ said Bean.

“No, we’ll have them.” Whispered Coco, the joy of sharing with her friend made her nose wiggle and her whiskers bounce with happiness!

That night the wind whipped and the snow blew, but Coco and Bean were none the wiser. Exhausted and drowsy from the trek, the two fell asleep easily in spite of their hollow tummies.

The following morning, Coco and Bean were awakened – not by a Boondoogle – but by the sound of Papa Dubois and Papa Higgins banging on the wooden door.

“Hello, is anyone there?” bellowed Papa Higgins through the great door.

Coco and Bean awoke from their makeshift grass beds and ran towards the door. Coco reached for the doorknob but before she could turn it, the door swung open.

Papa Dubois and Papa Higgins scooped up the little Hammies in their arms and hugged them tightly.

“How did you know we were here?” asked Coco.

“We followed the trail of berries,” said Papa Dubois. “We found one by the snowman and then another and another and another, until they led us here.”

The weather had become much nicer and the sun was shining high in the sky. The four Hammies went back home. “Mama is making a berry pie,” said Papa Higgins in a loud, cheerful voice. Bean and Coco looked at each other. “Berry pie!” The two Hammies could hardly contain themselves and started laughing.

~ The End ~

Warmly,
Cheri