Granny Thornapple: A Short Story

STANLEY, THE DOG ON THE MOON A Tale by Granny Thornapple

Stanley the dog had lost his people. He was running in the park and the next thing he knew he was alone. He was a smart little dog, so he stopped and waited in one spot for his people to find him. He sat and sat, he waited and waited. It got dark and the wind came up, but no one came. Stanley was alone and lonely. The only friendly thing he could see was the full moon shining down on him. If he looked closely he could almost see the smiling face of the Man-In-The-Moon looking at him.

Finally, got so late and Stanley got so lonely that he decided to seek help. By the light of the moon he walked down a path in the park. He stopped and called out, “I 'm Stanley the dog and I 'm

Stanley thought of the children and the beautiful queen. He wagged his tail and said,”OK, lets go.” He shut his eye tight and put his head down.

The North Wind puffed out his big blue cheeks and WHOOOSH he went. Up went Stanley . He tumbled through the cold air, WHOOSH through the clouds. It got very cold. The moon got brighter and brighter. The moon got closer and closer until all Stanley could see was a bright white light.

(INSERT picture of Stanley blowing up in the air)

Just when he thought he couldn 't stand the cold or the light any longer. THUMP!

Stanley felt warm and quiet. He opened his eyes and looked around. He was lying in the soft dust of the moon. A beautiful lady was floating toward him with her arms out stretched and a big smile on her face.

“ We have been waiting for you, Stanley ,