Santa here. Hey, Jane’s got a story here about Shell and Grayhorn SilverAntler. Oh, you haven’t met Grayhorn yet, but he’s another magical friend. Anyway, this story is done up in Abracadabra House dolls. No, wait — Jane wants you to know that her friend Lisa Mathias at Journey School Stories creates these dolls. Not Aunt Elin? Now I’m confused!
Anyway, here is the tale, created on the Winter Solstice!
On a bleak icy Midwinter’s Day, Shell Wakefield rides with her friend Grayhorn SilverAntler out into the bone-chilled fields.
A herd of giant hens roams the weary field, pecking open rotting pumpkins and jabbing at the frigid innards. A frightening sight!
Shell and Grayhorn SilverAntler remain steady, watching this amazing scene. Who would have ever expected that giant hens would have “a field day” through the Hundred Acre Wood Farm Community gardens!
The more Shell and Grayhorn gaze, the more wonders they spy–everyday miracles of a row of spinach poking forth despite the freeze.
… and even a perfect radish.
“So much is hidden away in all these tired rows–” Shell begins.
“Plenty, even with the giant hens,” Grayhorn says. “Amazing indeed!”
“And not just greens–” Shell gasps, “Oh, Grayhorn–look over there!”
… A row of newly blooming calendula cheers on the tiny life of the emerging winter sun.
Jane here! The characters in Because Of The Red Fox have a life of their own (as you may guess from Shell, Santa, and Annie’s posts)! Today I’m going to share with you a drawing I created of a few characters: The Green Knight, The Hunter (who may or may not appear in this book, though I did mention him in an early chapter), and a Hound.
I’m also connecting you with a story about some of the characters that my daughter and I created for a Summer Solstice blogfest last year. Just so you know, Yeasta is a character from my daughters’ games. Lady Magic is my favorite doll from when I was a little girl. Back then I called her “Baby Magic”, but a few years ago I made new clothes for her out of deerskin and fancied her up with some of my fun jewelry. I guess you might say that Baby Magic grew up to become Lady Magic, Queen of the Forest!
All the stuff about losing one’s head is from a very long poem from medieval England called Sir Gawain And The Green Knight. In that poem, the Green Knight shows up in King Arthur’s hall on Christmas Eve and challenges the heroes to a beheading game: one knight gets to try to chop off the Green Knight’s head. If he succeeds, then in a year, that knight has to go to the Green Knight’s chapel in a distant wilderness, and there the Green Knight gets deliver his beheading blow. Some game!