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TROY AND HIS HIKE storybook for ages 5-8

Story ID:4877
Written by:Richard Laurent. Provencher (bio, contact, other stories)
Story type:Story
Location:Truro Nova Scotia Canada
Person:Richard & Esther Provencher
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Richard & Esther Provencher
81 Queen Street, Unit 6, Truro, Nova Scotia
Canada B2N 2B2 Phone (902) 897-2344
E-mail: richardprov1@netscape.net

A Storybook for ages 5-8
Word Count = 761


“Troy, get away from the TV,” mom said. ”Get some fresh air."

“It's too cold to go on a hike with Dad,” I answer. “There might be a big snowstorm. Or, a tree branch might fall on my head.”

"Don't be silly," mom said.

"It will be a great trip," Dad said. "You'll see."

Now all we do is walk. My mitts are full of snow. And my ten toes are cold. What if a wolf tries to eat me?

I hurry up to Dad. "How far to go?" I ask.

"We’ll be there soon,” he says.

I don’t have time to talk. I have to keep running after his long legs.

What if I fall down? By the time Dad notices I might be frozen. Then polar bears might think I’m an ice cream cone.

Dad finally turns around. His eyes are twinkling like stars. "We're here," he says.

“Finally,” I answer, giving him a high five.

Beside the trail is a little brown cabin. It looks peaceful hiding behind the trees. We go inside.

"It belongs to a good friend," said Dad.

We shake off the snow. Then Dad gets a broom and sweeps the floor. I get warm socks, from my backpack.

We go outside and make a fire. "Stay close to the heat," says Dad. I watch him go back into the cabin.

Then I hear music. I look around. Nothing. I look up. Nothing. Then I look down. Something invisible is making tracks in the snow.

My eyes get really huge. "Cool," I say.

Chills jump around my shoulders. Then down my back. And right to my warm toes. I look back at the cabin. No Dad.

The footprints move away and I follow. The snow is deeper away from the cabin. The music is like a flute.

Footprints go down a small hill, then around a stack of fallen branches. The music brings me farther into the woods.

Suddenly everything is quiet. When the footprints disappear, I get scared. I look back. Mine are gone too.

Trees are growing larger. Then move closer together. I wonder if I am going to get squished.

"Back off!" I yell, ready to give them a karate chop.

I hear breathing behind me. And I take a fast peek. Is that a face full of broken teeth? I run deeper into the forest.

I'm sure it must be a horrible bear.

I run faster. "Dad!!" I yell. No answer. I fall in the snow. The music begins again. When the footprints come back, I follow past huge trees with pointing branches.

I see an owl with monster eyes. He does not look angry. I end up inside a circle full of animals and birds.

There are deer with crooked antlers. A bear has a shiny black coat. His paws hide under the snow. Now his claws cannot catch me. Do all bears smile like that?

An eagle thumps around on the ground like a bundle of feathers. He must be friendly. He doesn’t try to gobble me with his curved beak.

A stinky fox sits beside me. He has a long nose and bushy tail. There are many rabbits. Each time they move, music plays. That’s who made all those tracks!

"The woods are full of friends,” Dad told me once before sleepy time. Now my feet are warm and I wave my fingers.

Then I jump up and down. It feels good not to be afraid. My voice yells, "Hey! Ho! Hi!" An echo comes back like a boomerang. "HEYYY! HOOO! HIII!" to all my new friends.

Another sound comes loudly. "Troy!" It is not very loud at first, but it gets louder. "TROY!!" I know it is time to go back.

Dad needs me. Before I leave, I say, “Thanks” to everyone.

My throat has a hard time to swallow. My heart beats faster. I will not be afraid in the woods again. I look at my new forest friends.

"I'll come back," I promise. "Lots of times."

Now birds and animals leave. They have to go back to their own families. A white rabbit makes footprints for me to follow, right back to the cabin.

Dad is waiting with arms spread wider than the sky. He looks like a huge windmill. I run to him like a snowplow.

I make noises like a thunderstorm.

My feet jump from the snow. And I fly into his arms like a happy boy. "No more scared-cat in the woods, Troy!"

Then he gives me a great, big, Daddy hug.

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