News from Tiny's Travel Journal
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
Tiny lay in her bed, drifting in and out of dreamland. It was a particularly delicious dream where she petted and cooed into Penny-dog’s corn-silk ears. The little voice spoke from deep inside her mind. “Wake up!” it urged. “Tiny, wake up! It’s time.” Tiny could barely open her eyes, so heavy were they with … Read More
Tiny woke up hungry for a change. She was perfectly content to eat raspberry pie everyday, but today she had a hankering for something new. She considered some options: there was the Gateway to India, maybe; Arabian Nights? Possibly; Dana-Bear’s legendary food-truck, Pinker than Tin? Definitely. Tiny’s mouth watered in anticipation. “What can I get … Read More
Tiny was packing her shopping bags ready to leave the house, feeling the weight of Penny-dog’s sad, silent gaze. The sweetest ribbon of sound slipped from the radio and spiraled around the room, carrying Ella’s haunting voice, “Everytime we say goodbye. . .” “I’m sorry I have to go, I have a few errands to … Read More
Tiny was out on an early morning stroll when she noticed the village of Treetops was eerily quiet. It was also looking quite dull. Tiny frowned; Treetops was usually bursting with life, with color pouring from every planter, window-box and basket. At first she felt a stab of annoyance, followed by a pinch of shame; … Read More
It was a special day in Treetops; Unkle Frank’s Annual Dog Parade was finally here. Penny-dog stood before the mirror clasping her necklace shut as she remembered Tiny’s delight at her invitation; it was the greatest honor to walk as a human in the legendary procession. The atmosphere on the street of Treetops was electric. … Read More
Tiny had already begun her go-to-sleep routine when she heard the faintest tip-tip-tap behind the curtain. There it was again a little louder now, tip-tip-tap. Hovering at the window stood the brightest, most radiant of moths; it was her dear friend Luna, Mother-the-Moon’s favourite moth-child. Her silken green wings gleamed in the darkness, and Tiny … Read More
Tiny had been sprawling under the colossal oak tree bordering Silent Creek for several hours, completely lost in her book. She usually went to the Library at Laurel Heights, but she had found The Magic Faraway Tree in a long-forgotten box in Miss. Rose’s attic. Nothing could tear her away; not the gurgle of the … Read More
As the first of the spring winds blew through Treetops, Tiny and Penny-dog headed to the Misty Ripple Meadow to welcome the season’s first forget-me-nots. The sun’s gentle rays cradled them in a warm embrace and Tiny dreamily brushed the powder-blue flowers against her cheek. “Penny-dog…” she crooned, “when the summer rains have washed the … Read More