Teemeyer and the Library Cat continues, entry 5

Teemeyer had arrived at the grassy stream in Dutton that flowed among willows and was full of small green frogs. He liked frogs. As he swallowed one and enjoyed the delicious feeling of it sliding down his long throat, he noticed something out of his left eye. A dog had come out from behind a farm house and disappeared into a hole under the corn crib at Drawbridge’s farm. It was a scrawny dog of a nondescript color. Teemeyer took notice of this and went on catching and swallowing frogs.

4. Teemeyer and the Library Cat, continues

In a spruce tree across the street three small men were sitting on a branch having breakfast, while in the house next to it three little girls were checking their back packs before leaving for school. The children had spent the night together reading books with flashlights after their mother had said goodnight and turned out the lights.

The small men were very small indeed, the size of cats. Their names were Morris, Frank and Stanley. Nobody but Cinderella knew about them and they liked it that way. They had never learned to read so they enjoyed hearing the bedtime stories and lullabies the children’s mother sang every night.

Up rolled the school bus and the children climbed aboard. Elsa and Freda were sisters and Katy lived down the street and had stayed over because there was no food in her house. Each girl had a sandwich and a treat in her back pack. Morris, Frank and Stanley had had Purslane salad and boiled starling eggs for breakfast but they had never had a treat. As the girls settled into their seats Morris, Frank and Stanley set out for the grain elevator and feed store where there was always something interesting going on.


Teemeyer and the Library Cat 1. and 2.

I am going to share a story about things that may have happened in Caledonia MI while I was on the village council ten years ago. I learned some insights and hope this story is worth your time. I will attempt some on-the-spot sketches. The story will be a series of entries, so if it interests you, check my website soon. If you live in the Caledonia School District you will recognize your own territory. A few will find themselves as the story progresses. It is written for children between five and ten years of age. You can watch a new story being shaped.


Teemeyer was standing knee deep in the pool behind Black Pot Coffee Shop in Caledonia.  He was fishing for breakfast since he is a Great Blue Heron and that is how they get their breakfast. Nearby two swans were floating with their grey cygnets, barely visible in the morning mist. Having no luck, Teemeyer decided to fly over toward Dutton where there was a stream hidden by willows.  As he flew over the Caledonia Library he saw Cinderella the library cat. She looked up at him and then went back to her place on the bench with fancy lettering  that says:

” Cats Rule, Dogs Drool”