Well, we've reached the mid-way point in the campaign and we are so close to the goal. Thank you again for investing in this little project. Just have to hang on a little longer and hopefully see it come to fruition.
In the meantime, we hope you're enjoying the little tale Goldi-chan and the Three Puzzles. I'm adding an additional chapter this week because there are a few more to go and we won't have a enough time to finish properly before the time runs out. So here you go...
Note: If you're new and haven't seen the previous updates you can go back to the beginning from there.
Until next time, hope you have a pleasant week.
Eric and Lara
Picking Up the Pieces
Feeling like an unwanted intruder at that moment, she was about to leave when she noticed that scattered on the big table there were three jigsaw puzzles in progress. Goldi-chan loved puzzles, and, feeling a bit curious, she wanted to see what the pictures were. The first puzzle had larger pieces and what appeared to be a barnyard scene with different types of farm animals.
Goldi-chan looked over the image, and before she realized it, she was fitting the the pieces into place. No sooner than she noticed the puzzle was completed “Oops, I finished it! That was a little too easy I guess,” she whispered to herself.
Not feeling satisfied, she proceeded to the head of the table where, next to the largest puzzle, there stood neat rows of perfectly stacked pieces all indexed according to their particular shape and size. She could see that this puzzle was definitely more complicated than the last. The picture appeared to be an aerial view of some kind of topographic map and detailed descriptions. She picked up one of the pieces from a stack, which were much smaller than the first puzzle, and attempted to see if she could find where it might fit. Having failed to achieve this after several minutes, she grew frustrated and gave up. This one is way too hard for me, she thought to herself before moving on to the third and final puzzle at the other end of the table.
This one seemed like it was more up to her speed. It was a picture of a page from an illustrated field guide of all the different types of flowers in the area. The art was very inviting. The illustrations of the flowers were colorful and brimming with fine little details that made them almost look real. The pieces weren’t so large, and, from what she could see, only a portion of the puzzle had already been put together. Goldi-chan found herself so taken with the beautiful art that she immediately sat down and started working on piecing the puzzle together in front of her.
Look Hoos Home
Time seemed to flow by quickly, and the minutes turned to hours. Goldi-chan, coming out of her focused fixation with the puzzle, became completely conscious of the methodic ticking on the wall above the entryway to the kitchen. “Jumping Jiggers! It’s almost 11:30!” she exclaimed. “I’d better get home. Mama will be calling me for lunch, and she’ll get worried if I don’t turn up.”
Goldi-chan got up quickly without undoing her damage and, only taking a brief moment to notice the owl’s lovely kitchen, proceeded out the backdoor. From there she got a spectacular view of the forest foliage and the wide-open countryside that lay beyond the woods. She could see the large white-painted barn of a neighboring farm not far off in the distance. Goldi-chan then plotted her course from that point, carefully climbed down the great oak and safely found her way home, just in time for lunch.
It was just a little after midday when the owls returned to their roost. Breathing a sigh of relief, Mrs. Owl, clutching a wicker basket in her wings, exclaimed, “Thank goodness, it’s good to be home.”
“Yes, it certainly is,” said the rather large and impressive looking owl that flew up next to her, and pushed open the front door. There were two owlets in tow. The littlest one piped up as he fluttered his way inside, “I’m starving! When do we eat?”
“You’re always hungry,” said the elder of two owl children.
“We’ll eat in good time. Now you two, go preen your feathers while I prepare supper,” their matronly mother commanded.
“Ahem…I have some work to do in the study,” said the wise Archimedes.
“Oh no you don’t Mr. Owl. You go clean those talons of yours. They’re a fright, and I will not have bits of fur flying around my dinner table!”
