Children Poetry posted November 15, 2016

Chapters:

...15 16 -17- 18

Exceptional

He's been away doing something important.

A chapter in the book Wally Weasel's Stories

Wally's Back Home

by damommy

Wally has been gone a while.  Was he missed at all? He left because he answered to a most important call. The Institute of Weasel Artists asked if he would show the little weasels how to paint and teach them all he knows.   Sweet Wally said he’d love to and he packed bags right away. He rode a bus to get there.  It would only take one day. His brought his paints and palette, they were stored away unseen. In his lap, he tightly held his cleaning cup that’s green.   The first day in the classroom, all the little weasels sat and waited while the teacher on his head put his blue hat. He sat the easel up and painted swishes here and there. The little weasels were amazed, could only sit and stare.   “Now, see here, class,” our Wally said, “you must paint from your heart. Some color here, some color there, we’ll place them far apart, and then you find a way to make the colors all connect. Right here, I’ll paint some flowers and a tiny red insect.   The days went by and Wally taught the little weasels art. He couldn’t teach them everything, but gave them a good start. The youngsters took their brush in hand, put on their wee blue caps, but first, they filled their cleaning cups with water from the tap.   They sat down and began to paint the things they liked the best, and painted from their little hearts, forgot about the rest. When Wally checked what they had done, he saw with great delight the little ones had painted well.  One did a bright red kite.   Some had painted trees and clouds, and nine did flow’ring plants, and bumblebees and butterflies, and one pink tiny ant. The teacher, Wally, bragged on them and told them they were good. When he said good-bye to them, the little weasels stood.    They had enjoyed their class so much they wanted him to stay. He said, “I will be back someday,” and then he went away. He’s home again, unpacked, and now he’s settling down to rest. It’s comforting to be back in his humble little nest.   Wally has a lot to tell.  We’ll hear about it later. I know there is a story about painting alligators. There is so much we want to hear about the class he taught, about the little weasels and heart-warming joy they brought.   We’ll go now and come back on Tuesday when he has some time to tell us all about it, and he might tell it in rhyme. Won’t that be fun, sweet boys and girls, to see what weasels learned? If Wally has another class, it just might be your turn.

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