Folksburywoods Story Blog
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Auntie Millie's Tea Time Tales and The Tales of Folksburywood are a collection of fanciful stories and stylized 3D art for those who still enjoy a thoughtful story. Blog author Henry Waldvolker is a retired professor of science & medical education and loves to create fanciful stories that inspire young minds to think in unusual ways.
Folksburywoods Story Blog
18h ago
“For the love of Mike, slow down, you daft beastie. My soup is spilling all over the table,” yelled Aragon from the door of his hut. “Sorry, boss, but I want to get to the market. Cleo is going to be there today,” the snail replied. “Oh, so it’s a woman that’s given you the ..read more
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2d ago
“I’m sorry, Penwyn, but you need to understand I need the wood to build my barn, or my animals will freeze when the weather turns cold,” pleaded Elly. “But what of the creatures that live here and depend on the trees? What of them?” asked Penwyn. Penwyn was a forest guardian. His kind had protected ..read more
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3d ago
Willy Winkle was an angry cuss. He’d fight with the door if it did open fast enough for his liking. Most folks steered clear of him, and he liked it that way. The funny thing about Willy is he was a Christmas Elf, and you’d think he’d be jolly like Santa, but you’d be wrong ..read more
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4d ago
“I will be the best bride ever. I will show Jahn I should be the one he marries,” said Katka as she spun into the night. “Katka, were you spinning after midnight again? You know that is forbidden, and if you’re not careful, you shall draw the ire of Frau Prechta upon yourself,” warned her ..read more
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5d ago
“I remember the first time my grandfather took me to see them. I was so excited. “Angels,” he said. We were going to see angels,” Meeka remarked to her friends as they walked along the lake. Each year since that time, the granddaughter of a watchmaker would ride the tram to Königssee to watch the ..read more
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5d ago
“I’m going to tell Ms. Fidget that you were throwing rocks at Missy Barnes,” scolded Timothy Tattletales. “I see you stealing those apples, Jimmy Farnesworth, and you, Billy Kroger, I know you took farmer MacKye’s pumpkins last night,” hollered the tattler. If you did something wrong and were a kid, you could bet dollars to ..read more
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1w ago
Muzhichik sat by the fire, warming his old stones to keep them from grinding when he walked on cold autumn nights like this one. “It has been so long since the beginning. I hardly remember when Master embued a pile of rocks with life,” remarked the old golem. In a time when magic was still ..read more
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1w ago
I sat in the head mistress’s off directly across from her. Like most witches, she wore a black hat and dress. “I’m dreadfully sorry, Ms. MacKye, for knocking over the jar containing the howling souls. It was an accident,” I said in my most humble voice. “Yes of that, I have no doubt. You’ll be ..read more
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1w ago
Tomasina would do no work, not lower herself to chase a mouse or kill a rat. Tomasina was wise for a cat. She had read nearly all the books in the library. Tomasina was above fouling her paws with the dirt of a rodent. She would sit on her desk, preening herself morning and night ..read more
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1w ago
“In times long gone, the Rompers would dance by the moon’s song under her loving silver light,” said the Archivist. “It has been a hundred thousand generations since then, and now we are sport for man. Allowed to live in cages or narrow strips of land until humans find need of it and again we ..read more