Andy and The Beetles Rescue Jonathan

Andy and The Beetles Rescue Jonathan
A children’s fable by Jan Luthman
Chapter 1

Spring was in the air.

Spring Flowers at The Old Farmhouse
Spring Flowers at The Old Farmhouse

Nobody had actually said ‘Spring begins today’, or even ‘Spring starts next Tuesday’, but, somehow, everybody knew that it was around.

Deep in a burrow next to the old oak tree, underneath a very old and very worn, but much loved tartan blanket, Robbit twitched. He was wonderfully warm and snug, and wasn’t at all sure that he wanted to wake up.

“Go away, Spring,” He mumbled, “Come back later, when it’s Summer.”

Robbit turned over and pulled his tartan blanket up over his head, so that only the tips of his ears stuck out. He tried to remember where he’d been in his dream.

There was a knock at the door of his burrow.

Spring was in the air from the story Andy and The Beetles Rescue Jonathan
Spring Crocus at Farmhouse Fables

Robbitt pulled the tips of his ears down under his tartan blanket and tried not to hear.

But the knocking wouldn’t stop.

“Bother,” Robbitt muttered under his blanket, “Bother, bother, bother.”

Wrapping his rug around him so that the holes didn’t show too much, Robbit stomped across the room and opened the door of his borrow. There stood Andy.

“Oh,” Robbit blinked blearily, “Hallo, Andy.”

“Hi,” Andy chirped cheerily, “Happy Spring.”

Robbitt wondered what was happy about being woken up from the longest and deepest sleep in the whole year.

“Is it?” Robbit asked, scratching an ear, “Spring, I mean. Is it happy?”

“‘Course it is,” Andy breezed, “Sun’s shining: not raining: perfect.”

“Perfect for what?” Asked Robbitt, and scratched his other ear.

“Building,” Said Andy, “I’m building an attic.”

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Andy Builds An Attic

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