Welcome to Pumpkin Hill.....

Welcome to Pumpkin Hill...the name of the place where my dolls live..somewhere over the rainbow at the end of the yellow brick road. This is the story of all of my dolls in my collection, and the dollhouses they live in...no matter what scale or size! I hope you enjoy the adventures of the 'Patch here as we call it, a Magical Pumpkin Patch of which I am the Keeper. Be sure to follow our blog, and forward your correspondence via Marigold Finch, our postal carrier of Finch Express.

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Monday, May 9, 2011

Felicity feeds the chickens....

          
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Every morning, before beginning lessons at the Academy with Miss Ashton, all of the girls have their chores to do. Felicity's chore is feeding the chickens. This morning Felicity could only find one chick, which she thought was unusual. She had the feed pail with her full of chicken feed, but no chickens!
'Oh well, I will just feed this one, the others will flock here soon.' she thought, and began to scatter feed for the one lone chick. She didn't think anything of it , as the mother chick will sometimes hide in the wheat field.

Felicity finished feeding the chick who was quite greedy and gobbled up the feed she scattered, and then went to the kitchen. Miss Ashton was baking early in the morning, so lessons would begin when the girls had eaten their breakfast. Felicity hurried, as she was feeling quite hungry.

Felicity came in running...'Oh Miss Ashton, I couldn't find all of the chickens, so I just..........' she stopped at the smell of warm, apple pie on the table......'.....you baked PIE!' Becky was squealing beside Miss Ashton. This was indeed a treat, as it was breakfast, and Miss Ashton told them the pie must cool, but they could have a slice for a snack later.
~Lisa

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