Pamadamus Has A Question
By Norine Shaffer Wright
Long ago and far away lived a little boy named Pamadamus. Pamadamus lived with his mother in a lovely cottage at the edge of a beautiful forest. Pamadamus always looked forward to Saturdays because that was the day he walked through the forest to visit his beloved Grandmother. Mother always warned Pamadamus to be home before dark. She didn’t want him walking through the forest in the dark and get lost. Pamadamus always promised to be home on time.
The week seemed to go by very slowly. Finally it was Saturday morning. Pamadamus got up early, made his bed, tidied his room, ate breakfast and did all his chores. At last he was ready to walk to Grandmother’s house. Mother again cautioned Pamadamus to be home before dark. She kissed him farewell and told him she loved him. Pamadamus felt that he was the luckiest little boy who ever lived because Mother was always very patient with him and she was quick to give him hugs, cook his favorite meals and fix his favorite snacks.
Upon arriving at Grandmother’s house, he was met at the door with more hugs and kisses and again Pamadamus felt very fortunate to be so cherished by the two people he loved so much. Grandmother led Pamadamus into the kitchen and told him to sit down at the table and she would get him some fresh milk and cookies. While he ate the cookies and drank the milk. Grandmother asked him all about his past week. Pamadamus told her about all his activities and adventures.
When the cookies were eaten and the milk was all gone, Gr...
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...e green.” “So you see Pamadamus LOVE comes in all colors, shapes and sizes.” “Oh thank you so very much Grand-Daddy Wise Old Owl, you helped me realize the answer to my question.”
At that very moment, Pamadamus felt water hitting his face. He sat up a little straighter and became aware of the rain falling gently in the forest. “Oh my” said Pamadamus alour.” “I fell asleep for a little while and I must hurry home to Mother. “Pamadamus still had enough time to be home before dark. He was anxious to tell Mother all about his visit with Grandmother and also abouthis dream when he fell asleep under the big tree in the forest. He especially would be looking forward to his next visit with Grandmother. He knew she would be proud of him for knowing the color(s) of LOVE.
THE END
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