Fawn and Great Grandpa
This story is dedicated to my Grandfather, Robert John Williamson, who passed away December 26, 2000. He was 89 years…
Where good things happen.
This story is dedicated to my Grandfather, Robert John Williamson, who passed away December 26, 2000. He was 89 years…
“Spot,” asked Fawn, who was just waking up. “What are you doing?” Spot stood in the middle of Fawns stall…
“It sure is noisy around the farm today,” said Spot, looking out the window of the barn. There was a…
Fawn and Spot were racing around the barnyard one bright but cool autumn day, when they stopped suddenly to watch…
“How is my little boy doing today?” Willie asked his son. “I’m all right,” said Dakota. “I guess.” “What do…
Willie, a three year old donkey, stood outside the barn door at the farm he lived at in Mountain Grove,…
“Fawn, come on,” coaxed Spot. “Let’s go get our Christmas tree.” “I don’t want to,” said Fawn. “It’s too cold.”…
“Fawn, why are you getting all dressed up?” asked Spot, standing in her stall. “Is this Christmas, or something?” “Christmas!”…
It was a beautiful spring morning down at the Hansen’s barn in Mountain Grove, Ontario. Willie, a two year old…
“Hey Fawn, come on outside,” said Spot. “It’s a beautiful day today.” “I’m not coming outside,” said Fawn, angrily. “Oh,…
“Come on now Willie,” coaxed Gus. “We’ve got to keep moving! We can’t stop now. There’s a snowstorm coming!” Willie,…
The sun was blistering hot at the Hansen farm one August afternoon. Fawn and Spot were standing underneath an old…