Spencer
A Brothers Whim Storybook Workshop Production First Edition
To all of us who might forget that life’s greatest moments happen along the way.
Stick's adventure was here, it had come now at last. She put on her boots and hurried up fast.
The comforts of home were lovely and nice, but giving up those was a fair enough price.
She had places to go and people to greet, marvels to see and adventures to meet.
Stick had her dreams planned.  She would be a big star. Her singing would dazzle from near and from far.
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She would live in a villa right there on the lake, and grow beautiful flowers in a garden she’d make.
She’d buy elegant hats from all over the world, adorned in bright feathers, and ribbons, and curls.
She’d vacation afar on a beautiful beach, and soak in the sound of the waves on her feets.
Those were her dreams. She was now on her way.
She crossed canyons
and forests
by night
and by day.
Stick moved right along till a sound caught her ear. A sniffle and sob from the fence over there.
"Hello there, dear friend. Now, why are you sad? Perhaps I can help you again to feel glad."
"One of my sheep is gone from my fold, and to me my dear sheep are more precious than gold."
"Do not fret there, dear friend, now lift up your crook. I’ll sing us a song and together we’ll look."
Stick’s voice rang out loud, so sweet and so clear. Soon Betsy was found, there was nothing to fear.
A moment of silence passed between friends, Sally took off her hat, which she knitted by hand, without the right words to express where they’d been. and placed it on Stick, where it sparkled more grand.
With a wave and a hug, Stick left for her goals. She crossed valleys of amber,
and mountains of gold.
She skipped through and past the rivers and creeks
loving the sounds of the streams on her feets.
At last she arrived for her singing debut. Her audience loved her and all she could do.
She bought her nice villa right there on the lake, and grew beautiful flowers in the garden she made.
She bought elegant hats from all over the world, adorned in bright feathers, and ribbons, and curls.
She vacationed afar to a tropical beach, and soaked in the sounds of the waves on her feets.
But all of the while she missed her dear friend, and the adventures of chasing her goals to the end.
She missed crossing the canyons, and rivers, and vales. She missed feeling the thrill of the wind in her sails.
And of all of her hats, her old knit one was best. She wore it more often than all of the rest.
Just then an epiphany struck! She need not stay here as if she were stuck!
Stick’s adventure was here, it had come now at last She threw on her boots and hurried up fast.
The comforts of home were lovely and nice, but giving up those was a fair enough price.
She had places to go, and people to greet, marvels to see, and adventures to meet.
So off on her journey she went!
