When it is time for Little Red Bear and I to sit down and get busy on his story adventures, I put on my writing boots to get to work. So the title may be a tad misleading. Little Red Bear does not wear boots, actually. Overalls and a straw hat a good bit of the time, but no boots. Surprisingly, they just don’t make them for bears. The width is the biggest problem for them it seems. The boots are for me. I was referring to Red’s stories — “The Adventures of Little Red Bear” and their writing, of course. It may be these new writing boots, not quite broken in yet that may have caused a little confusion with the title there, and apologize for that.
Little Red Bear and I have begun serious writing work on the next collection of Little Red Bear adventures, so I figured a new pair of Writing Boots was in order, having pretty much worn out three good pairs traipsing over the mountains and thru the hollers writing the first set of stories. What do you think? They are a pair of Justin’s Sorrel Apache boots. Let’s take them for a little Test Write, shall we?
“Little Red Bear worked his way slowly up the hillside, crouching low behind bushes trying to remain unnoticed by the bees, busily at work on their hive at the crest of the hill. He stopped to pause momentarily behind a large, flowering Honeysuckle Bush. For you and I, the scents of honey wafting on the summer breeze in the direction of Little Red Bear would be undetectable. But being a bear, he knew exactly where the hive was located, along with the size of the hive and amount of sweet, gooey honey stored inside. Within an ounce or so anyway, he figured.
“Little Red Bear carefully wrapped his paws around his famed honey whacking stick, getting everything into position before rushing at the beehive. “Three big steps, whack the hive, grab the honey and dash back home,” he thought to himself.
“All worked out in his mind, Little Red Bear bolted from behind the honeysuckle bush and raced towards the beehive. Whack! Just as planned and catching the bees totally by surprise, the beehive crashed to the ground. But instead of splitting open as they normally do, it began to roll and tumbled over and over down the hillside. Instantly, Geronimo and Cochise chased after the bouncing beehive.”
Geronimo! Cochise! Wait! Who? What? Where did Geronimo and Cochise come from?!? Must be the new Sorrel Apache writing boots! Apparently, they’re not quite broken in yet. I’ll keep working on it. But I wonder if they might stick around to appear in a story? We’ll have a talk with them and see. Just never know who might pop in here. We had a weathered old mountain man wander in thru the door this morning! Stay tuned. Regardless, it looks like there’s still more work to do getting these new writing boots broken in and ready for the next story collection, though. I’ll get back to work on it.
In the meantime, thanks as always for stopping by for a visit! Hope you like the new boots. — Jim (and Red!)
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