Story pause.
These stories are from me at Kitchen Table Mindfulness and created for all ages.
From the Arthur stories for the very young to the older themed tales.
So settling down,
Finding a soft blanket or some warm ground.
And let's begin.
The Arthur series.
Horses.
Arthur is looking out of the window.
The wind's blowing a rose bush from side to side.
Its thorns scratch the window pane.
Arthur does not like the sound.
He's waiting.
His lady has clipped on his red walking harness.
But she's disappeared.
Arthur sits down.
The pink rose outside the window wiggles at him.
He cocks his head to the side and listens.
He can hear his lady talking upstairs.
Oh,
Thinks Arthur.
He flops right down on the cold stone floor.
The harness presses against his tummy.
He shuts his eyes.
He can hear the kitchen clock tick tock tick tock tick tock.
Arthur calls his lady.
She's back.
She has his lead in her hand.
Arthur jumps up.
He says,
His little tail curls up over his back.
His lady smiles.
Did you get fed up waiting?
She says as she clips on his lead.
Outside,
The wind is blowing hard.
Arthur smells the roses and the damp autumn air.
His lady zips up her coat.
The wind blows Arthur's fur across his eyes.
He shakes his head.
The fields are brown and muddy.
Red berries and shiny brown conkers are scattered along the path.
Arthur runs in circles sniffing the earth.
Mud,
He thinks.
Berries and mud,
He thinks.
Berries and mud and something lovely and smelly,
He thinks.
He stops.
Arthur,
Leave,
Says his lady.
But the smelly thing smells very,
Very interesting.
Arthur looks up.
Leave,
Says his lady again.
She looks straight at him.
Look,
Arthur,
She says.
She's staring up the lane.
Arthur looks.
He sees a huge grey dog.
What a big dog,
He thinks.
He stands close to his lady.
The big grey dog is walking away.
Its tail is long and swishes from side to side as it walks.
There's a man sitting on top of the dog.
Woof,
Says Arthur.
Woof,
Woof,
Woof,
Woof.
He shrieks.
The man turns round to look.
The big dog stops walking.
It puts its long head down and snorts loudly.
Brrr,
It says.
What a handsome horse,
Says his lady.
A horse,
Thinks Arthur.
What's a horse?
The dog-horse canters away.
Tuk,
Tuk,
Tuk,
Tuk,
Tuk,
Tuk,
Tuk.
Its hooves thud on the dusty path.
Arthur looks back down at the smelly pile.
He quickly sniffs it.
Oh,
He thinks.
Dog-horse poo.
Come on,
Arthur,
Says his lady.
And Arthur trots happily on into the hazy field,
Full of strange creatures and wonderful new smells.
The end.
