Sunday, November 29, 2015

Fabienne's Rock Band

Mr. Rabbit and Mr. Bear showed up at Fabienne's door at the appointed hour.

"Please, come in," said Fabienne.

Fabienne stood up and announced, "I'm starting a rock band and I need musicians."

Mr. Bear looked at Mr. Rabbit, and Mr. Rabbit looked at Mr. Bear - bewildered.

Mr. Bear said, "But we don't know how to play any instruments.  I can smell good music and Mr. Rabbit can see good music but neither of us can play good music."

"Well," said Fabienne, "you're just going to have to learn."  And with that she handed Mr. Bear a guitar and Mr. Rabbit some drums.

"Don't worry, my friends," said Fabienne, "have some confidence and trust your ability and it will happen."

For several weeks the trio practiced and surprising to all started to sound like a band!

"I think we are ready for our concert," Fabienne announced.

The notices went out and all the animals and dolls attended the first concert of the Fabienne Trio.

Fabienne, Mr. Bear and Mr. Rabbit played their instruments, sang and danced.

Everybody had a wonderful time.

Saturday, November 28, 2015

Fabienne and the Missing Cake

Fabienne had been thinking about the cake all day long.  It was her favorite cake and there was one piece left.

That's right, one piece left!

Finally, the sun was setting.  Fabienne thought, "Tea time," and time for cake.

Running into the kitchen Fabienne got down her favorite plate and a fork, set her little table and called all her friends.

"Mr. Bear, it's time for tea and cake.  Mr. Rabbit, it's time for tea and cake."

All of Fabienne's friends rushed to the table and got themselves organized all prim and proper.

Fabienne went into the kitchen to fetch the last remaining piece of cake, but when she opened the refrigerator door - she was shocked!

Where the cake should have been was ... nothing.  Nothing at all.  A bare shelf.  She couldn't believe her eyes.  Where could the cake have gone?

Fabienne returned to the table where her friends waited.

"We have a mystery," Fabienne announced seriously, "the cake is gone!"

"Oh, my word!" exclaimed Mr. Bear.

"What he said!" mimicked Mr. Rabbit somewhat flustered.

"A mystery can be solved," Fabienne said to her friends, "will you help me?"

"Yes," said Mr. Bear, "my nose can smell cake for miles and miles."

"Count me in," said Mr. Rabbit, "my eyes can see the smallest crumb."

"Let's go," Fabienne cheered.  And the three of them went in search of the missing case and to solve the mystery.

Mr. Bear soon paused.  Sniffing the air he pointed to the right, down the hallway and said, "I smell cake over there."

Mr. Rabbit looked in the direction Mr. Bear was pointing and reaching down said, "And here is a very tiny crumb.  It looks like a cake crumb."

Mr. Bear said, "It smells like a cake crumb."

And Fabienne said, "It is a cake crumb!  Follow me!"  Fabienne went dashing down the hall.

Soon they were at the end of the hall and out of clues.

Mr. Bear paused.  Sniffing the air he pointed to the left, into a room that was dimly lit.  "In there," Mr. Bear whispered.

Looking to the left Mr. Rabbit bent down and picked something up.  "Another crumb," Mr. Rabbit whispered for no apparent reason.

Fabienne took the crumb and nodded her head, "It's a cake crumb for sure.  Follow me."

Once inside the room Mr. Bear pointed to a table and said, "Look, there's the cake!"

Mr. Rabbit agreed, "Look, there's the cake."

But Fabienne wasn't looking at the cake.  She pointed and said, "Look, Mama!"

Startled, Mama turned around.  She was holding a fork in her hand.

Fabienne looked at the cake, then at Mama, then at the fork and said, "I think we have solved our mystery!  Mama was protecting the cake so we could all share it with tea.

Mama smiled.  Mr. Bear smiled.  Mr. Rabbit smiled. And Fabienne smiled the most.

"Let's have our tea," she said.  And they did.

Tuesday, November 24, 2015


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Monday, November 23, 2015

Fabienne Meets Kink the Cat

Fabienne was asleep, dreaming of riding a motorcycle.

Purrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr, purrrrrrrrrrrr went the sound of the motorcycle engine.

The purring became louder and louder until it was PURRRRRRRRRRRR!

Fabienne woke up, rubbed her eyes and looked around. There sitting on the end of her bed was a beautiful tabby cat licking it's white paw.

"You're a cat!" said Fabienne excitedly.

"Of course I am," replied Kink the Cat, "and you're a Fabienne."

Fabienne sat up straighter and said, "I am not A Fabienne, I am The Fabienne."

"And I am The Kink the Cat," said Kink still licking his paw.

"How can you be here?" asked Fabienne.

"I can be anywhere I like," answered Kink, who in a puff disappeared and reappeared on Fabienne's bookshelf.

"How did you do that?" said Fabienne, amazed.

"As I said," Kink replied, "I am Kink the Cat and I can do this and that, and the other thing."

"Why are you here?" Fabienne asked.

"Just to say hello, good-bye and we'll meet again," said Kink.  And with that Kink disappeared with a small popping sound.

"Well," Fabienne said to herself, "what do you think about that?"  Fabienne put her head down and fell fast asleep, dreaming about chasing mice and birds.

In the morning Mama came in and Fabienne told her all about the visit from Kink the Cat.  Mama was amused but obviously didn't believe the story.  But then Mama looked on the bed, reached down and picked up some white fur.

"Where did this come from?" Mama asked Fabienne.

"Oh, Kink was licking his paw quite a lot.  I think he had an itch."

Sunday, November 22, 2015

Fabienne and the Great Cookie Heist

Cookies were missing!

Fabienne searched the kitchen for cookies but they were all gone!

"Where have all the cookies gone?" thought Fabienne, "long time passing."

"Where have all the cookies gone?" said Mr. Bear, "long time ago."

"Where have all the cookies gone?" said Mr. Rabbit.

"Someone took them, every one," said Fabienne.

"When will we ever learn?" said Mr. Bear.

"When will we ever learn?" said Mr. Rabbit.

Then Grover appeared with a basket of cookies.

"It is I, Grover, with all the cookies!" Grover announced.  "I have them all because there is a big picnic outside and I didn't have anything to take to the picnic."

Everybody felt sorry for poor, old Grover.

Grover said, "Will you come with me, Grover, to the picnic and have a wonderful time?"

Everybody agreed and Mr. Bear, Mr. Rabbit and Fabienne laughed and laughed, and went to the picnic and had a wonderful time.

"Oh, Grover," said Fabienne, hugging Grover, "when will you ever learn?"

Saturday, November 21, 2015

Fabienne and the Puppy Dog Look

Stella walked into Fabienne's room and put her head on Fabienne's bed.

Fabienne looked at Stella and told her the rule, "You're not allowed on my bed, Stella.  That's the rule."

Stella insisted by giving out a little whine and whimper.

"Sorry, Stella," Fabienne said, "whining and whimpering won't change my mind."

Stella thought for a moment, turned to Fabienne and gave her the Puppy Dog Look.

Fabienne was shocked!  "No, Stella, not the Puppy Dog Look!" she said.

It was too late.  "OK," Fabienne said, "hop up on the bed and keep me company."

Stella very happily hopped up on the bed and lay down beside Fabienne.

A short while later Mama came into the room and looked at Stella on the bed disapprovingly.

"Stella is not allowed on the bed, Fabienne," Mama said.

"But, Mama, it's Stella!" Fabienne pleaded.

"Sorry, my mind is made up, Fabienne, no dogs on the bed."

Fabienne looked at Stella.  Stella looked at Fabienne.  They winked at each other, turned to Mama and gave her the Puppy Dog Look.

"Oh, my!" Mama exclaimed, "not the Puppy Dog Look!  Nobody can defend against the Puppy Dog Look."

Then Mama said, "OK, Stella can stay on the bed.  But only this time!"

Stella and Fabienne laughed and laughed and laughed because they knew the Puppy Dog Look would happen again and again.

Friday, November 20, 2015

Fabienne and Bubbles

Bubbles float.

Bubbles shine.

I will grab you, bubbles.

And make you mine!

No, you say.


Touch us as we float

and we will POP!

Bubbles float.

Bubbles shine.

I love you bubbles

all the time.