News from Tiny's Travel Journal
Miss. Mary Margaret’s annual bonfire party was fast approaching, and Tiny’s Storytime-Club chattered excitedly about their plans. “I can’t wait for treacle toffee!” squealed Woodmint, rubbing his paws in glee.“I’m excited for roasted hazelnuts!” added Liesel.“I’m looking forward to soft buttery potatoes all zipped up in their hot crunchy jackets,” Tiny said dreamily, her mouth … Read More
Tiny looked at the letter again, and winced. The last thing she wanted to do was bat-sit for Professor Castleclaw’s boys. She had nothing against the bat twins, they were actually quite sweet. No, it was the creepy old house that Tiny disliked. It gave her the heebie-jeebies with its creaking floors, ghostly howls and … Read More
Tiny and Woodmint sat around the kitchen table, nibbling on toasted chestnuts and enjoying the warmth of the fire. They had been meeting each Sunday to discuss the Feast of Midwinter, but today they were distracted by a commotion outside the window. The afternoon had been invaded by a steely-grey mist, and the meadow was … Read More
It was a brisk and sunny October morning, as Tiny and Penny-dog ambled through the village of Treetops. They stopped to wave at Apple Tree who swirled in the crisp autumn wind, her branches now light and empty. Further down the lane, strange noises were coming from Old Man Guthrie’s garden, where three plump and … Read More
Tiny looked anxiously out of the window; it was very dark on the night before the Hunter’s moon, and Mother-the-Moon was nowhere to be seen. Tiny worried and paced; what if Mother-the-Moon had fallen out of the sky, or if her light had gone out and she needed help? Tiny could bear it no longer, … Read More
It was a crisp and sunny Autumn morning, perfect for a hike through the Wild Briar Woods. Tiny packed a flask of tea and a fairycake, and hummed as she crinch-crunched over the golden carpet of leaves. Before long, she was not only lost in her thoughts, but completely lost in the woods. A splosh … Read More
The twisted old apple tree had lived at the end of Orange Blossom Lane for as long as anyone could remember. Each morning, Tree would bring a smile to Tiny’s face as she swirled in the morning sun, and this autumn she was whirlier than ever. “Apples for sale! Apples for Sale! Lovely, juicy apples … Read More
Tiny woke early that morning, her mind had been restless and expectant and even Mother the Moon’s silvery light could not sooth her. She slipped out through the back door and tiptoed to the Misty Ripple Meadow. Gazing around her in awe, she wondered if she had stumbled into a dream; the violet-hued meadowlands were … Read More
The past few days had been an unexpected delight, the air was a warm golden syrup, and clouds dozed idly overhead. The carpets of goldenrod thrummed listlessly to themselves, and even the bees were too lazy to stray far from the hive, all save one. Tiny intended to savor every moment; she lay in a … Read More
It was a red-letter day in the Treetops calendar, and the villagers had gathered to honor Dana Bear, their beloved friend and owner of global food-truck, Pinker than Tin. Dana Bear had spent his life feeding and nourishing whomever he met, and it was finally his turn to be celebrated. As he sat down to … Read More
Tiny was late for her lunch-date with Liesel Greenleaf, and reached into her drawer to retrieve her sparkly new socks. Her hand came back empty.“Hmm, that’s strange,” she muttered, “Penny-dog, have you seen my new socks?” Penny-dog stood sheepishly in the doorway. Tiny searched around hopelessly, then flung open the wardrobe doors. “Nooooooooo!” yelped Penny-dog, … Read More
It was raining again in Treetops; the skies were dark and angry and so were the villagers. Grumbles and moans hung thickly in the air, and their frowns were sharp as knife-cuts. Tiny was starting to feel quite depressed herself. “What are we going to do?” she cried, turning to Penny-dog, “I can barely stand … Read More
August 15thDear Penny-dog,Yay! I’m so happy you received the kiss I sent with Mother-the-Moon; I asked her to watch over you my sweet Penny-dog, and shine her light over you each night.I left Miss. Millie’s Orphan Hoglet Farm some days back, and am now staying with Celestine’s youngest sister Minerva, the very last of the … Read More
August 9thDear Penny-dog,How are you sweet friend? I’m on my way to the north country to visit Cousin Wren, and took the first chance I could find to put pen to paper. I can’t wait to hear about your time at camp! Are you having fun? I’ve made a quick stop to visit my old … Read More
Tiny and Penny-dog were taking a morning stroll through the neighborhood, when they came upon a patch of fresh green grass tucked between two trees. There had been no rain for several days and the earth all around them had withered with thirst. Tiny moved a little closer. Hidden between the branches, hovered the smallest … Read More
The village of Treetops was abuzz with excitement as the residents prepared for the arrival of their guests. Everyone seemed to be making an effort; J.T., proprietor of Justin Thyme Watch & Clock Repairs had blended a special batch of milkweed milkshake, which he served on a tray of freshly plucked buttercups. Madam Orly had … Read More