Who-oo is coming to visit the Owls?

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Published on June 17, 2014

Mamma Owl
By MacKenzie MacPhee, 8 years old, of Victoria Street, in Truro. Readers are invited to send their illustrations to accompany Nana Land stories printed in the Colchester Weekly News to
sherry.martell@tc.tc

Published on June 17, 2014

Big brother Oscar Owl
By MacKenzie MacPhee, 8 years old, of Victoria Street, in Truro. Readers are invited to send their illustrations to accompany Nana Land stories printed in the Colchester Weekly News to
sherry.martell@tc.tc

Published on June 17, 2014

Grumpy Bear who keeps order in the forest.
By MacKenzie MacPhee, 8 years old, of Victoria Street, in Truro. Readers are invited to send their illustrations to accompany Nana Land stories printed in the Colchester Weekly News to
sherry.martell@tc.tc

Published on June 17, 2014

Olivia saves the day.
By MacKenzie MacPhee, 8 years old, of Victoria Street, in Truro. Readers are invited to send their illustrations to accompany Nana Land stories printed in the Colchester Weekly News to
sherry.martell@tc.tc

Published on June 17, 2014

Wendy Wolf, one of the wild forest dogs, escorted Olivia and her surprise basket with young Who Owl, to the big maple tree in the forest.
By MacKenzie MacPhee, 8 years old, of Victoria Street, in Truro. Readers are invited to send their illustrations to accompany Nana Land stories printed in the Colchester Weekly News to
sherry.martell@tc.tc

Nana Land, by Diana O’Connell

Part two of an original children’s story

Editor’s Note: Calling all young artists 

The Colchester Weekly News invites children to read Nana Land stories and get creative. We would like you to show us how you imagine the characters would look. Submissions will be published on our Website at www.trurodailycom. So grab your crayons, finger paints, markers or coloured pencils and get creative. Submissions can be emailed to sherry.martell@tc.tc, dropped off at 6 Louise St., Truro; or mailed to Colchester Weekly News, P.O. Box 220, Truro, N.S., B2N 5C3.

Part one of Who? Was published in the Feb. 27 edition of the Colchester Weekly News. It can be viewed online at www.trurodaily.com.

 

 

Last time, we learned the owl family had big news. Special company was coming and everyone was excited. The suspense was building, but Mamma Owl wasn’t telling who. 

When the ants had asked, “Who is coming?” Daddy Owl had let out a long, “Who-o indeed!”

Well, after that, everyone became as quiet as the mouse family who lived in a cozy pile of leaves, under an old stump. Mamma Owl looked out over to the two high hills in the distance.  She fluffed herself up into another big, brown, fluffy ball and let out the longest “Who-o-o” the forest folk had ever heard. It was so loud and so long that the trees shuddered, all their leaves rustled and finally whispered, “We know who.”

The neighbourhood creatures stopped talking and looked up into the trees.

“For goodness sake, who?” they growled, twittered, chirped, barked, yowled, howled, grunted and huffed.

The leaves rustled and whispered, but they wouldn’t say who. The trees and their rustling leaves stood in silence. They looked out to the two high hills in the distance and they saw exactly who the special company would be.

Well sir, the 17 antsy ants just had to know, so they marched up to the tip-top of the owl family’s tall, ancient tree. The ants perched themselves on the highest branch that all 17 of them could fit on, and they looked out over the land to the two high hills in the distance. The 17 ants then saw who, and they too stared in silence.

The forest folk on the ground set up another cacophony of growling, twittering, chirping, barking, yowling, howling, grunting and huffing, but neither the owl family, nor the trees, nor their leaves, nor any of the 17 ants would say who.

“Well...who...?” clambered the waiting crowd below.

The coyotes yowled, the wolves howled and the foxes barked. They couldn’t climb the big trees, because everyone knows that coyotes, wolves and foxes just can’t climb trees, but… they could do something else! The coyotes, the wolves and the foxes looked at one another, all getting the idea at the same time.

“Ah-oo,” yowled Cody Coyote, “we should have thought of this before!”

“Let’s get going then,” howled Wendy Wolf.

Felicity Fox led the quickly formed canine committee and off they raced, and everyone knows that nothing can run faster than coyotes, wolves and foxes.

Moments later they arrived at the two high hills. They stopped short in their tracks, almost piling into one another. Not a sound came out of any of the wild dogs. They were amazed and awestruck. Could this be the special company? The coyote, the wolf and the fox stood waiting.

“Halloo!” she called out, her long, silky brown ponytail bouncing as she skipped along.

The wild dogs watched as the tiny girl approached them. She was wearing sparkly blue jeans, purple running shoes and a sunny pink hoodie. In her hand was a basket, covered with the softest, bluest blanket you ever saw.

“Oh, my dear,” said Felicity Fox.

“Is this the special company?” wondered Wendy Wolf.

“Who are you?” called Cody Coyote.

The wild dogs put on their friendliest and softest expressions and gently approached the little girl with the wicker basket. The little girl smiled at the coyote, the wolf and the fox.

“Are you the welcoming committee?” the little girl inquired.

“Actually,” answered Cody, a little shyly, “you could call us the ‘wondering’ committee.”

Felicity Fox added, “We were wondering so hard that we had to get here to see.”

“Are you the special company? Are you who?” asked Wendy Wolf.

(Come back to Nana Land soon and find out “Who”).

Diana O’Connell is a communications tutor at NSCC, a first-time grandmother and a child at heart. She can be reached at ocmac@eastlink.ca.

 

Organizations: Colchester Weekly News

Geographic location: Nana Land, Truro

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