Authors: Reg Down
sea tales of Tiptoes Lightly ~
Treasure Cave: sea tales of Tiptoes Lightly
Copyright 2013 Reg Down
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Miki, and all those trips to the seaside on the California coast.
It’s time!” Farmer John called up the stairs. He was calling his children, Tom
Nutcracker and June Berry. They were going to the sea for Thanksgiving.
A moment later
thunder rumbled through the house and a herd of wild horses came stampeding
down the stairs—buh-boom! buh-boom! buh-boom! Round the corner his children
galloped, eyes wide, hair flying, and Lucy barking at their heels.
car,” said Farmer John, holding the house door open as they dashed through. He
locked the door and put the key in its hiding place.
“I’m in the
front,” shouted Tom, touching the car first.
cried June Berry. She was younger and not as quick.
the back,” said Farmer John. “We’ll let Lucy have the front.”
in, his tail wagging furiously. He spun around and dived between the seats and
licked June Berry’s face.
said June Berry, pushing him away. “I have to put on my seatbelt.”
stored the last bits and pieces in the car and down the lane they drove singing
we’re off to see the shore at the sea,
crabs and the mussels and the weeds,
mind the weather,
off to sea together,
We’re off to see the shore at the sea!”
Ahrooooo!” howled Lucy, singing along with them. “Ahrooooo! Ahrooooo!” Lucy’s
real name is Luciano Amadeus Pavarotti von Nutcracker because he always tries
to sing along with the children. Everyone called him Lucy for short.
we’re off to see the sea at the coast,
potatoes and a turkey we will roast,
travel on a train
ever it should rain,
We’re off to see the sea at the coast!”
reached the end of the long lane that led out of the farm when Tom grabbed his
cried. “We have to stop. We forgot Tiptoes!”
Tiptoes is a
fairy. Her full name is Tiptoes Lightly. She has a sky-blue dress and
golden-yellow wings. Her house is an acorn hanging high in the branches of a
huge oak tree growing close to Running River. On this day she was standing on a
branch outside her house polishing Lillian the Ladybug’s shell. Lillian’s shell
is bright red with three black spots on each half. Because of this Lillian can
count up to six—one, two, three, four, five, six.
after six?” asked Tiptoes.
Lillian. “Many, many, many!” and that was the best answer you’d get.
having her shell polished because it was getting colder. Soon it would be
Thanksgiving—then she’d begin her winter snooze.
“Where are you
going to sleep this winter?” asked Tiptoes.
sure,” said Lillian, yawning. “I’m so sleepy I can’t even remember where I
slept last year.”
“In my house,”
said Tiptoes. “You took up the whole living room.”
“Did I? I’m
sorry,” said Lillian. “I’ll try not to do it again. Did I snore?”
goodness,” said Tiptoes, rubbing the last spot till it shone brightly, “but it
might be better if you find somewhere else this year.”
Farmer John’s car went driving down the lane. Tiptoes peered through the
branches. She saw Tom Nutcracker and June Berry in the back seat, with Lucy in
the front howling out the window.
where they’re going?” thought Tiptoes.
car screeched to a halt. The back doors flew open and out jumped Tom and June.
They climbed the fence into the meadow and ran towards the oak tree. A moment
later Lucy leaped out the car window and raced after them.
Tiptoes!” cried Tom and June. “We’re going to the sea for Thanksgiving. You
have to come.”
delighted. She liked the sea.
“Okay, I’m all
finished here,” she said, patting Lillian’s shell.
opened her golden wings and leaped into the air.
drove through the village of Fairest Oaks and joined the freeway going
westward. They followed Running River as it flowed through the wide, flat
plains of the central valley. Up ahead, the mountains that ran along the coast
came closer and closer. It began to rain, but they still sang as they drove
we’re off to see the sea at the shore,
wind and the waves and the roar,