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Original - Misc › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
10
Views:
2,594
Reviews:
0
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
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This is a work of fiction about oral and anal sex between adults and minors of both sexes. The characters, locations & incidents are fictional. Any resemblance to actual events or locales, or persons, living or dead, is entirely co
Part 6
©2009 Herb Cat. Do not reproduce or distribute this story without the author's permission.
As an author, I welcome feedback from readers. Please send any comments about this story, positive or negative, to Herbcatwriter@yahoo.com. Thank you.
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Part 6
The following evening, Frank went through some boxes of old photos he was always meaning to put into albums and never got around to. He found two pictures of Grandpa when he was a kid around ten. Frank was amazed how much he looked like Frankie.
Later Frankie showed him the revised book, the expurgated version. When Frank read the first story, it was as if he was hearing his own father at the cabin by the lake cuddling him in a warm blanket and reciting the tale:
Bertie and the Bear
Bertram Wigglebottom was a popular young man. Bertie,--that's what all his friends called him,--was the kind of kid you just enjoyed being around.
One day, when Bertie was about your age, he led his school on a field trip deep into the woods to learn about the rocks and trees, the birds and bees. After hiking a long time, one of his friends said, "I'm hungry."
Bertie stopped and pointed to a very tall oak tree. Near the top was a bee hive with bees darting in and out. "I bet there's honey in that bee hive," said Bertie, and before the teachers could stop him, he was climbing up the tree.
"No, Bertie. Stop, Bertie. The bees will sting you, Bertie." But Bertie kept on climbing.
When he got to the top, the bees said to Bertie, "You better get down, Bertie. If you try to steal all our honey, we will sting you, just like your teachers said."
"Don't worry, Bees. I won't steal all your honey. But I will make you a deal, Bees."
"What kind of deal, Bertie."
"If you let me take one little comb, dripping with honey, to share with my friends, I'll show you a field that is full of clover." Now Bertie knew bees love clover.
The bees buzzed about it for a minute and then gave their reply. "It's a deal, Bertie!" So Bertie took one little comb dripping with honey and began to climb down the tree, with the bees following him.
Just then, he heard a horrendous roar. A big brown bear with huge claws and a gigantic mouth came running out of the woods. All the teachers and Bertie's classmates ran to hide. From behind the trees, they watched as the big brown bear walked up to the tree that Bertie had climbed. With his gigantic mouth open, he looked intent on eating Bertie up for lunch. Bertie's friends were afraid they would never see their friend again. Bertie's teachers were afraid they'd never find their way back to school. And the bees were afraid they'd never learn where the clover was!
Bertie shouted, "Go away, Bear!"
"No, Bertie," the big brown bear roared. "Come down, I'm hungry for lunch!"
Bertie's teachers figured the bear wanted the honey, because bears love honey. "Throw the comb down, Bertie!" they shouted. "Let the bear have the honey and then you can escape."
Bertie asked, "Do you want this honey for your lunch, Bear?"
"No, I don't want honey for my lunch, Bertie!" The teachers and children and the bees all gasped. They never heard of a bear who didn't want honey!
Bertie asked, "Then what do you want for lunch, Bear?"
"Little boys' toes!" said the bear. The bear wanted to eat Bertie's little toes!
Bertie sat and thought for seventeen seconds. Then he said, "OK, Bear!" Now all the boys behind the trees gasped. They thought to themselves, "Please don't let the bear eat your toes, Bertie."
Holding the comb dripping with honey in one hand, Bertie took off his shoes with the other hand and put them on a branch. Then he took off his socks and tucked them in his shoes. Then he bent down and pretended to break his toes off his feet. "Here, Bear, take them!" And he threw a bunch of acorns down on the ground. Again the boys gasped.
The Bear ran around looking for the toes. He saw some things on the ground that looked like little boys' toes, and he quickly ate them up. But they were mushrooms. The bear keeled over. They were poisonous mushrooms. The bear died.
Bertie put his socks and shoes back on and climbed down the tree. The children and teachers and bees all cheered. Bertie climbed over the dead bear and gave all his friends some honey. Then he led the teachers, and the children with honey on their fingers and lips, and the bees back to the school. And the field around the school was full of clover.
"You are good and trustworthy, Bertie," said the bees.
"I know," Bertie said, because he was.
"You are strong and brave, Bertie," said the children.
"I know," Bertie said, because he was.
"And you are wise and clever, Bertie," said the teachers.
"I know," Bertie said, because he was.
Frank closed the book and hugged his oldest son. There were tears in hie eyes.
.oOo.
As an author, I welcome feedback from readers. Please send any comments about this story, positive or negative, to Herbcatwriter@yahoo.com. Thank you.
As an author, I welcome feedback from readers. Please send any comments about this story, positive or negative, to Herbcatwriter@yahoo.com. Thank you.
.oOo.
Part 6
The following evening, Frank went through some boxes of old photos he was always meaning to put into albums and never got around to. He found two pictures of Grandpa when he was a kid around ten. Frank was amazed how much he looked like Frankie.
Later Frankie showed him the revised book, the expurgated version. When Frank read the first story, it was as if he was hearing his own father at the cabin by the lake cuddling him in a warm blanket and reciting the tale:
Bertie and the Bear
Bertram Wigglebottom was a popular young man. Bertie,--that's what all his friends called him,--was the kind of kid you just enjoyed being around.
One day, when Bertie was about your age, he led his school on a field trip deep into the woods to learn about the rocks and trees, the birds and bees. After hiking a long time, one of his friends said, "I'm hungry."
Bertie stopped and pointed to a very tall oak tree. Near the top was a bee hive with bees darting in and out. "I bet there's honey in that bee hive," said Bertie, and before the teachers could stop him, he was climbing up the tree.
"No, Bertie. Stop, Bertie. The bees will sting you, Bertie." But Bertie kept on climbing.
When he got to the top, the bees said to Bertie, "You better get down, Bertie. If you try to steal all our honey, we will sting you, just like your teachers said."
"Don't worry, Bees. I won't steal all your honey. But I will make you a deal, Bees."
"What kind of deal, Bertie."
"If you let me take one little comb, dripping with honey, to share with my friends, I'll show you a field that is full of clover." Now Bertie knew bees love clover.
The bees buzzed about it for a minute and then gave their reply. "It's a deal, Bertie!" So Bertie took one little comb dripping with honey and began to climb down the tree, with the bees following him.
Just then, he heard a horrendous roar. A big brown bear with huge claws and a gigantic mouth came running out of the woods. All the teachers and Bertie's classmates ran to hide. From behind the trees, they watched as the big brown bear walked up to the tree that Bertie had climbed. With his gigantic mouth open, he looked intent on eating Bertie up for lunch. Bertie's friends were afraid they would never see their friend again. Bertie's teachers were afraid they'd never find their way back to school. And the bees were afraid they'd never learn where the clover was!
Bertie shouted, "Go away, Bear!"
"No, Bertie," the big brown bear roared. "Come down, I'm hungry for lunch!"
Bertie's teachers figured the bear wanted the honey, because bears love honey. "Throw the comb down, Bertie!" they shouted. "Let the bear have the honey and then you can escape."
Bertie asked, "Do you want this honey for your lunch, Bear?"
"No, I don't want honey for my lunch, Bertie!" The teachers and children and the bees all gasped. They never heard of a bear who didn't want honey!
Bertie asked, "Then what do you want for lunch, Bear?"
"Little boys' toes!" said the bear. The bear wanted to eat Bertie's little toes!
Bertie sat and thought for seventeen seconds. Then he said, "OK, Bear!" Now all the boys behind the trees gasped. They thought to themselves, "Please don't let the bear eat your toes, Bertie."
Holding the comb dripping with honey in one hand, Bertie took off his shoes with the other hand and put them on a branch. Then he took off his socks and tucked them in his shoes. Then he bent down and pretended to break his toes off his feet. "Here, Bear, take them!" And he threw a bunch of acorns down on the ground. Again the boys gasped.
The Bear ran around looking for the toes. He saw some things on the ground that looked like little boys' toes, and he quickly ate them up. But they were mushrooms. The bear keeled over. They were poisonous mushrooms. The bear died.
Bertie put his socks and shoes back on and climbed down the tree. The children and teachers and bees all cheered. Bertie climbed over the dead bear and gave all his friends some honey. Then he led the teachers, and the children with honey on their fingers and lips, and the bees back to the school. And the field around the school was full of clover.
"You are good and trustworthy, Bertie," said the bees.
"I know," Bertie said, because he was.
"You are strong and brave, Bertie," said the children.
"I know," Bertie said, because he was.
"And you are wise and clever, Bertie," said the teachers.
"I know," Bertie said, because he was.
Frank closed the book and hugged his oldest son. There were tears in hie eyes.
.oOo.
As an author, I welcome feedback from readers. Please send any comments about this story, positive or negative, to Herbcatwriter@yahoo.com. Thank you.