tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-152396672011-04-21T14:48:17.045-04:00A children's story everyone will love.Billy Jonesnoreply@blogger.comBlogger181100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15239667.post-1123549479846849192006-12-31T12:59:00.000-05:002007-11-26T11:21:32.265-05:00

Preface I wish to begin by stating this is a children's story, hence I have removed the comment feature so that no one can add anything we wouldn't wish our children to see. What you're witnessing here is a rare and unusual glimpse at a story in the making, unedited, and still in development. I can't promise a new chapter each day but I will try to do just that. I hope you enjoy reading this

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Talking ducks, hopping boxes, hot dogs in side cars, talking bears, candy gardens-- this tale is so bizarre. Talking turtles on unicycles, clowns from in the wood-- I’d tell you that it all makes sense if I only could. And so the travels of Scottie and his pet duck, Merlin, continue until this day, but before I continue with their story I’d like to remind you that it’s only a story and you

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“Stop Thief! Stop Thief!” a voice shouted from the distance. “Stop Thief!” Scottie, Merlin, Sally, Peppermint, and Tom T. all looked up to see a man with curly red hair, floppy shoes, and a big red nose, waving his arms above his head and shouting, “Stop Thief!” “Quack?” “He’s a clown,” Sally answered. “I wonder if the circus is in town?” “Quack?” Merlin asked looking up at Peppermint. “No,”

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“Quack!” Merlin shouted. “You’re right,” Sally added, “He’s going to fall off that thing!” “Be careful,” Peppermint roared, but it was already too late as the blue snapping turtle had rode the unicycle into a hole falling head first before landing upside down, his legs kicking in the air.” “Help,” the snapper shouted, “I’ve fallen and I can’t get up.” “I’m coming,” Scottie shouted as he ran

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TABLE OF CONTENTS CHAPTERS 1-20 Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8 Chapter 9 Chapter 10 Chapter 11 Chapter 12 Chapter 13 Chapter 14 Chapter 15 Chapter 16 Chapter 17 Chapter 18 Chapter 19 Chapter 20 Looking For Great Children's Music and CDs?Download and try before you buy.

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A sunny day, a picnic basket, and a bear named Peppermint; eating candy grown on trees, their afternoon was spent. Four new friends, a hopping box, together, they had fun playing Leap Frog, Hide and Seek, and Hot Dog On The Run. What’s that? You say you’ve never heard of Hot Dog On The Run? Wow, I’m surprised you never played that game. It’s one of my favorites as it’s really lots of fun.

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By now I guess you’re thinking this story is getting pretty wild. Talking ducks, hopping boxes, motorcycles with hot dog sidecars, candy that grows on trees, and a striped bear named, Peppermint-- what could be stranger than that? Well it just so happens that the story of Scottie and Merlin’s travels gets even stranger, but first, before we go on with their story we need to check on Scottie’s mom

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Scottie awoke the next morning with Merlin again tugging at his ear. “What do you want?” Scottie asked, “I’m still trying to sleep.” “Quack, quack,” Merlin whispered. “He’s gone?” Scottie questioned. “When did he leave?” “Quack?” Merlin didn’t know either. All the two of them knew for sure was that Peppermint T. Bear was gone and they didn’t know where they were. It seemed that while

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“So,” Scottie asked still not sure of what such a big bear’s intentions might be, “if you’re not going to eat us then what are you going to do. Everyone was very quiet and focused on Peppermint. Merlin stood shivering close by Scottie’s side. Peppermint looked at Merlin and Scottie for just a moment, smiled, nodded his head, winked his left eye, then began dancing and singing, “My name is

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Of course all of you know this is just a story, right? Right? You all know you’re not supposed to run away from home, spend the night in the woods, or accept rides from strangers even if the stranger does have a motorcycle with a cool hot dog sidecar, right? In this story Scottie does a lot of things you should never do, but then Scottie has a magic duck named Merlin who watches out for him and

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Scottie couldn’t believe it. For that matter, neither could Merlin. There they were staring at a crisp new five dollar bill just laying on the ground. “Go ahead, pick it up,” Sally said. “Quack,” Merlin agreed as Scottie reached to pick up the five dollar bill. “Well,” Sally said, “it looks as if someone is going to get to see Donald Duck.” “Quack, quack, quack,” Merlin excitedly quacked,

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Vrrroom, vrroom, the mufflers roared as Sally sped towards town, the sidecar filled with hot dogs the three pulled from the ground. While up above, young Merlin flew, this time, to lead the way, the box on Scottie’s shoulder where it seemed to want to stay. Beep, beep, the horn it beeped as Sally passed the cars, and with each car she’d pass she’d leave it back so far-- so far behind they’d not

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“Wake up,” Sally said as she walked into the room. “Quack?” “Yes Merlin, it’s morning already.” “But it’s still dark,” Scottie complained, “do we have to?” “We have to,” Sally said. “Besides, breakfast is ready.” “Quack?” Merlin asked. “Hot dogs and scrambled eggs...” “QUACK, QUACK, QUACK!” Merlin interrupted, flapping his wings and running around the room again! “QUACK, QUACK, QUACK,

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After dinner, Sally led Merlin and Scottie upstairs to the room where the two of them were to spend the night. The room wasn’t too big and it wasn’t too small-- it was just right-- and there in the middle of the room was a big bed covered with lots of dolls. “How do you like your room?” Sally asked. “It’s pink,” Scottie said, “and what’s with all the dolls?” “Oh, I forgot,” Sally grinned as she

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Rub-a-dub-dub, Merlin swam in the tub while Scottie took his bath. Sally cooked their dinner while best friends splashed and laughed. “Quack,” Merlin made it clear, did you wash behind both ears? Merlin preened his feathers, yes, each and every one and Scottie, wrinkled like a prune, was having lots of fun. And then from in the other room Sally called out, “Dinner’s done.” “Quack?” Merlin

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Scottie and Miss Sally, they quickly roared away. The chrome pipes beat the air like drums-- the drums in a parade. The winds blew hard against his face and he showed his brightest grin while up above, there in the air, Merlin closed on in. They rode for miles ‘cross hill and dell on to a mountain high, and there they rode up to the top to a castle in the sky. In the garden there grew lollipops,

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Now before we go any farther I want to direct your attention to the fact that some of you out there are denying this story ever took place. To address these charges I can only state that I am staking my reputation as a writer on my interpretation of this story and all who doubt me should continue to read as I will be exhibiting proof. Now, on with the story: They sat there on that bench and

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Are you paying attention? ‘Cause if you’re not paying attention then I’ll stop telling this story and go watch a movie or something. Let me see a show of hands of all the millions of readers who are paying attention. Hold ‘em up so I can count, one, two, three-- okay, three’s enough, I’ll get on with my story now. Scottie watched as Merlin flew high in the sky, first to the west, then north,

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