Dear Little Friend: I read that story to my little brother, Billy, who thinks I boss him around too much cuz when we play make-believe I want him to be what I want him to be and he always wants to be a rabbit and goes crying to our Mommy. Once when I was reading Henny Penny to him my Daddy heard us and said that a Mr. Rumblesfield who was the man who did not manage the war in Eye Rack very well, said that to some reporters who were asking him why things were going so poorly in Eyerack and here Daddy pretended to be Mr. Rumblesfield, throwing his arms up saying, “Everyone is saying, Henny Penny, the sky is falling!” and Billy and I laughed but then Billy asked my Daddy whether the sky could really fall and Daddy said well, it certainly did in Eyerack and that night Billy had a bad dream and Mommy got mad at Daddy. But then a few days ago I heard Mommy and Daddy talking about something collapsing, something about if a strong athlete had a heart attack you had better attend to the attack right away or the sky would fall. I tell you, Edith Ann, that scared me and I didn’t tell Billy cuz I don’t want him to have any more bad dreams. I think when you come over to play later let’s both be princesses who get lots of pretty jewels and chocolates and we’ll let Billy be our pet rabbit and not let him know about the sky. Who do you want to be this time? Princess Grace or Princess Pouty Puss? We could toss a coin, if it’s not too dear.

Hi Princess Edith, and woof! to Hug Sometimes grown-ups are so darn hard to understand! Even when they live in big White Houses they don’t pay any attention to anyone. I wish you could come and play on my farm. My chicken girls were worried about the sky falling too but I gave them some fresh grapes for breakfast and told them I would make sure their roof was strong and that I would keep them safe if bad stuff happens. And that is only fair because every day they give me reason to have hope when they sing their cackleberry chorus:
bok-bok-BA-RACK-bok-bok.
We need to have some chicken chuckles in the coop where we can all feel a bit better in the here and now. If you can’t visit us on the farm, you and Hug need to spend about a month in your tree house…… the girls and I think the sky will look less dangerous in November. Love & xoxo & +~~
Sherry

Edith Ann, even though you may not feel like a princess for the moment you still are. If ever you feel the need you can climb up on your mighty steed (named Jane) and come over to my house; I like to lay on my back (does Hug like to lay on his back? My boxer Nelly loves to and is good company) on the hill behind my house and watch the clouds take shape… I do this quite a bit and the sky has never fallen here. Sometimes it’s so cloudy I can’t see the sky but I know it’s still there ‘cause the next day there it is! squishies

Dear Edith Ann, I know what you mean about,”Go back outside and play.” and my mom always followed that with,”And don’t slam the door.” It was kind of like a mantra for her…..brought her peace of mind. When I grew up, I understood that my mom didn’t send me outside because she didn’t love me or think I was special; she loved me so much that she did not want me to hear her nervousness. Your mom loves you so much she wants you to enjoy your childhood; you just caught her at a sensitive moment. When you go back in for dinner, give her five hugs to bring her back to normal and then you can put her on a maintenance dose of two hugs a day. You take care of Hug and we’ll take care of both of you. I love you, Edith Ann. Peace and grace