The valley, and the magical someone who took care of it, missed the children terribly. The creeks called their names with a thousand voices. The grackles checked in every eddy with their sharp white eyes. The willows rustled and patted themselves down, in case the children were hiding somewhere in their thickets. The pileated woodpeckers knocked on every hollow tree, just in case. The downy woodpeckers investigated every goldenrod gall, just to be sure. The red squirrel trilled their names and the cedar groves echoed. But there were no children anywhere.
The crows left the valley yelling for them to come back. They flew over the town in a great raucous crowd, alighting on windowsills and peering into the windows of all the houses.
Check out Part 1 of this story here. This story is the prequel for Forest Theatre Camp. Stay tuned for the resolution to this adventure -- during the week of July 11 - 15, the kids and facilitators will collaborate a theatrical ending to this epic story!
Hi everyone! I'm a small, energetic mammal. I sometimes go by the name Zapus hudsonicus.