Grandpa Letter 8

Thursday, November 19, 2015                   10:38 a.m.

Provo  Utah

My Dear Katrina;

Where was I with my story of Larry the Lazy Leaf?

Let’s see . . .

He was blown off his tree and floated onto the front porch of a little girl, right? What was that little girl’s name? Maude? Miranda? Mary? No, none of those! Oh yes, it was Maisy . . .

Well, so Maisy brought Larry inside the house and hollered up the stairs to her mother “Hey mom, I found a leaf for my school album! Come down here and paste it in for me right now!”

“This little girl is certainly very impetuous” thought Larry to himself.

Maisy’s mother came down the stairs and went into the kitchen. Maisy followed her.

“Can I have some fried tulips and a bowl of pink ice cream?” asked Maisy.

“Certainly not” her mother replied, “you’ll spoil your appetite for dinner. You can have some carrot sticks if you want.”

“Bleaaaaaahhhhh!” exclaimed Maisy in disgust.

Her mother very sensibly ignored her rude outburst and got out the wax paper, and then set up her ironing board and plugged in the iron.

Maisy waited impatiently while her mother laid out one sheet of wax paper on the ironing board and then tested the the iron to see if it was hot enough yet by licking the tip of her finger and then placing it on the bottom of the iron (now don’t you go trying to do that in your house – it’s not a good idea at all!)

Meanwhile Larry was beginning to worry:

“What’s going to happen to me? What is that lady doing? What’s an ‘album’? Are they going to eat me?”

“May I have the leaf please” said Maisy’s mother.

“No, let me put it on the wax paper by myself!” screamed Maisy, who then rushed forward and plopped the leaf onto the wax paper.

Her mother sighed and then put another sheet of wax paper over Larry and ran the iron quickly over the top.

This didn’t hurt Larry at all; he just felt something very warm pass over him briefly, and that was all.

Maisy picked up the two sheets of wax paper, which were now stuck together, with Larry in between them, and danced happily around the kitchen like a catamount.

“Thank you, mommsy-wommsy!” she shouted happily, and then ran up to her bedroom with the new page for her leaf album.

TO BE CONTINUED