The Bakery Fox

By Laughing Womyn Ashonosheni

The Donidan family remembers things that lots of folks now overlook. Sometimes they talk right from their minds and hear right from their hearts. When they sit down to chat with a friend, that friend is often different from them. On a special day Mattie meets a new friend who's much like her yet different too. Their adventure together lets Mattie know how much she really can do when she talks with the animals too.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Sophronia Press
• Release date: Jan 10, 2024
• ISBN: 9781941301135

Laughing Womyn Ashonosheni

Laughing Womyn Ashonosheni is a Shaman, Wisdom Teacher, and Healer. Her spiritual gifts and expansive insights are a native part of her being. She enjoys transforming the mysterious into the obvious and Tarot is one of her favorite tools for doing this. Her professional expertise comes from nearly thirty years of helping people create fulfilling and happy lives. Her broad insight into the layers of wisdom available through Tarot has evolved as a result of providing thousands of readings for people from all walks of life. Laughing Womyn is deeply rooted in the traditions of her ancestors and enthusiastically engaged in the traditions being reclaimed and those being created by our rapidly expanding human consciousness. She carries a vision of celebration between all beings and all ways of being. She remembers each one of us is capable of profound delight in this magnificent journey through life on the physical plane.

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Chapter 1

Bees and Other Folks

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Sitting at the end of the driveway, almost patiently waiting for Gram and Grandad to get there, Mattie picked another interesting fossil out of the gravel. Her left pants pocket was already stuffed so full of them she couldn’t squeeze another one in there no matter how hard she tried.

Mattie turned that little fossil over and over in her hand, looking at all the curled shells stuck in it. She couldn’t quite decide if it was a keeper but there was definitely something she liked about it. Just as she was about to start a whole new fossil collection in her right pants pocket, some hummingbirds zipped by her head, their wings buzzing like they were giant bumblebees.

Mattie remembered her just before waking up dream, the one where some hummingbirds flew by her window singing and talking in their busy little voices. She wasn’t used to hummingbirds talking to her but she did like the idea. Mattie wondered if she could get them to stay still long enough for her to hear what they were saying.

Right now though, the driveway stones were much more interesting than hummingbirds. Mattie ran her hands through the gravel again, looking for her next just right stone.

She picked up a nice round piece of black granite with big flecks of pink in it. It was smooth on the sides instead of sharp like some of the others. Mattie knew in an instant that this stone was special and it wanted to sit in the sun on her bedroom windowsill.

Gram and Grandad sure were taking a long time to get here. Mattie had been looking for stones and almost patiently waiting since right after that hummingbird dream woke her up. She looked down the road toward the west. No cars. She shaded her eyes with her hand and looked to the east, even though she knew Gram and Grandad weren’t coming from that direction. Still no cars.

Gram and Grandad had been driving all over the place for three weeks, seeing all kinds of things Mattie had never seen before. One day they even sent a picture of the two of them standing beside a Redwood tree that was so big it would have taken at least twenty people to make a circle around its trunk. Mattie really wanted to meet that tree!

Gram and Grandad lived so far away that Mattie only got to see them every now and again. She didn’t remember how many miles it was to their house but she did remember it took three days to drive there when Mom and Dad took everyone for a visit two years ago. Mattie remembered the air at their house smelling like pine trees and the ground being so dry it made little puffs of dust when she walked.

She loved Gram and Grandad’s stories and she could hardly wait to hear them tell about this trip. Mattie closed her eyes and imagined herself being old with gray hair and a wrinkly face telling stories about her adventures. She almost heard her own grandkids asking her for just one more story before they went to sleep. Then she giggled when she remembered she didn’t have any grandkids yet.

A gray fossil with little white shells in it caught Mattie’s eye. When she picked it up she noticed the broken end where a shell used to live. She wondered who had lived in that shell.

Just then Mattie saw a little something coming down the road in her direction. It was a long ways off but she held her breath and kept looking anyway. After about