I have a story to tell you.
It's more than a legend. It is true. It really happened.
So grap yourself a nice cup of puppynip tea, and your snuggy.
Get yourself comfortable, and I will tell you my story.
The trails on my mountain always lead somewhere.
But sometimes, I do not know where.
Have you ever felt that way?
I love exploring, and so one day, I climbed to my mountain TOP.
Trails were going here and there.
I just did not know which way to go.
I was flipping a penny, that I had in my little red coat pocket.
I was tying to decide which way to go!
I decided to sit and ponder for awhile, when above me, a shadow SOARED.
High in the sky.
Then it reached down and pulled my tail!
To my amazement, it was Owlbert, my friendly owl friend.
You scared me Owlbert, shame on you!
"But", I said to Owlbert,,,, "I have missed you!"
As Owlbert landed in a Fir tree, the branches swayed up and down, and he hooted a few times.
HOOT! HOOT!
"A penny for your thoughts, Little Tweedles", Owlbert said.
"Well", I replied "I was wondering about all these trails that go somewhere,
but who knows where."
Owlbert replied that he had just the answer that I was looking for.
So, I snuggled into some soft grass to listen.
You see Tweedles,
The trails were blazed by the light of the moon.
That big bright moon, that your looking at right now.
This very moon. Big and Bright.
As Owlbert started to speak, my EYES grew HUGE, I listened INTENTLY.
"Hershey was his name, and you might say he was a legend.
And, as Hershey would say, "This MOUNTAIN has always belonged to me".
He CARVED the trails with his very own hooves.
The sky and clouds, well,,,, he shared them with the birds that soared above him.
The trees protected him from the wind, AND the monsterous storms.
Yes, this was his MOUNTAIN, from the very begining.
He had everything he needed. So he thought.
Days could find him running as fast as he could!
And then SUDDENLY, he would be SLIPPING and SLIDING to a screeching halt.
Was he athletic?
I think that you may say that he was!
CRANKY crows in trees would tease Hershey.
Hershey would BRAAAAY back at them, jokingly.
"Silly crows" he BRAYYYYED.
Mother deer would PRANCE past him, with their little fawns.
He CHASED away cougars.
Hershey was BRAVE.
The BRIGHT moon in the SKY would light the dark nites.
The SUN warmed his back.
Hershey played CATCH me if you can, with the snow flakes!
This was HIS mountain.
His mountain, until the day, Hershey noticed a short, long eared, gray donkey( with the longest ears that he had ever seen,) being led up the trail to HIS mountain.
As their eyes caught a glimpe of each other, they curiously trotted towards each other.
SLOW steps.
Then FAST steps,
They sniffed each other, and kicked up their heels, ( just a little.)
Hershey got to thinking about the mountain, HIS moutain, and what was he going to do now?
Hershey said to himself, "I MUST PROTECT MY MOUNTAIN. "
"PROTECT MY MOUNTAIN!"
He knew that he didn't want to share his mountain and all its trails, with anyone- especailly not a silly looking , short, LONG eared donkey.
Hershey was very protective of HIS mountain!
And so, Hershey headed up to the moutain TOP to look at things from a different PERSPECTIVE. (behind one of the biggest fir trees on the mountain.
From there, Hershey looked down at the short, long eared, gray donkey, as she nibbled at some fresh green grass .
Suddenly she STOPPED eating.
The little gray donkey started TWIRLING in a circles, like TORNADOS touching the ground!!
She had suddenly realized, that Hershey had disappeared from her site.
With one of the most pittiful BRAAAAAAYS, she began to holler.
EEEEEEEEEEHHHHAWWWWW,,,,,, EEEEEEHHHHAWWWWWWW.
She appeared to be looking up to the mountain top.
Her eyes SCANNED the horizon.
Her eyes SEARCHED.
And SEARCHED.
Her mouth was open wide as she BRAAAAAYED. As she BRAAAAYED, her body shook.
"Hershey my Hershey, where did you go"!
" Where are you,?" she BRAAAAAAYED.
Hershey had not realized the possibilities of an INSTANT friendship, coming to pass.
How could it happen so FAST!
However, ANYTHING is POSSIBLE.
Hershey decided that he could not just stand on HIS moutain top FOREVER.
He must do something NOW!
Hershey thought about the little, long eared, gray donkey, possibly feeling FRIGHTENED!
So, with his tail FLYING behind him, and ears POINTED forward, Hershey charged down the mountain as FAST as his tiny hooves could go.
FASTER
and
FASTER
Hersheys hind legs TWISTED one way, then the front legs TWISTED another.
He came SLIDING to a halt right in front of her!
Her long eye LASHES, and long EARS, were batting at HIM.
Hershey could not resist, sniffing her nose.
She did smell a little dusty. Hershey loved dusty smells.
Dust reminded him of the trails he blazed.
Suddenly their noses touched.
From that day forward, the mountain was not just Hershey's.
It was THEIR mountain, from that day on, until FOREVER.
With a wink in his eye, Owlbert looked down at me and said.
"The End"
What a wonderful story, I thought.
Now, I know that all trails go somewhere, and maybe I can keep on blazing more trails.
However right now, I must hurry home.
Moms are searching for me.
It is time for MY snack and bed time.
Nitey nite my friends,
love
tweedles
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