This is my first 'real' story that I wrote a number of years ago. I hope you enjoy it.
The Mystery of the Missing Pies
By Hope Schmidt
“Done at last,” smiled Mother Rabbit as she looked at the three, steaming hot, carrot pies that had just finished baking. “They’ll cool fast, too, with all this wind blowing through the kitchen,” She murmured as she set them on the windowsill and started cleaning the kitchen counters.
She had just finished when her two sons, Tom and Willy, burst into the kitchen,
“Something sure smells good in here,” Tom panted.
“Pies,” Willy exclaimed then added with a mischievous twinkle in his eyes, “May we try some, Mother, just to make sure it tastes right.”
“Yes, we need to make sure it isn’t poisonous,” Tom chimed in.
“No,” Mother Rabbit laughed, “These pies taste just fine, I’m sure. They’re for your cousin, Luke’s, birthday party later, remember?”
“Remember?” Tom cried, “Why I have been waiting all morning. Is it about time to go now?”
Mother Rabbit smiled. “We’ll leave in about half an hour. We’re going to meet Father at the market in half an hour then go to Luke’s house from there.
“Great. Willy and I will go and change into nicer clothes in just a minute, but first could we show you something?”
“Sure, what is it?”
“A surprise outside. Close your eyes and we’ll lead you to it.”
Mother Rabbit unquestioningly closed her eyes and let herself be led outside.
“O.K., You can open your eyes now.”
Mother Rabbit’s face broke into a wide smile as she looked up. Not only had her sons had weeded the small vegetable garden, they and had also raked the yard. “Oh, thank you boys. I was wondering when I would ever get time to do this.”
Willy and Tom grinned. “We thought you would like it. Now should we change for the party?”
“Yes, hurry. We will leave when every one is ready.”
Once changed, Mother Rabbit bustled to the kitchen to get the pies wrapped up. She got down the large pie then turned to the windowsill. The pies were gone! Mother Rabbit glanced franticly out the window to see if they had fallen. No pies in sight. She searched the kitchen form top to bottom. Again no pies.
Finally Mother Rabbit called to her sons. “Did either of you hide my pies?”
“No!” they both exclaimed in one voice, “are they lost?”
“Yes, I can’t find them anywhere.”
“What are you going to do?” Willy asked.
“Well, I guess that we’ll have to buy some pies at the market after we meet Father. I don’t have time to make more; it is time to leave right now.”
The rabbits hurried outside and down the windy street toward the market. They soon met Father and together they purchased three more pies and before long were at Luke’s home.
Mother Rabbit took the pies and hurried to the kitchen where she found Luke’s mother, Nancy.
“What have you got there?” Nancy asked; nodding with her head toward the pies.
“The pies I promised to bring,” came the quick response.
“But I already have your pies.” Nancy was puzzled. “They are right over there in the dinning room.”
Mother Rabbit looked at the three lovely pies set on the table. They were undeniably the ones that had gotten lost only an hour before. Now it was her turn to be confused. “How did these get here? I have couldn’t find them when I came back in the kitchen to get them ready to go so I ended up having to go to the market and buy three more pies. How did you get these?”
“It is simple enough,” Nancy replied, “I sent my daughter, Jane to get the pies early, so they would be here before the other guest arrived and you wouldn’t have to be here so early. When she got to your house she knocked but no one seemed to be home. She saw the pies on the windowsill and guessed that they were for the party so she took them and left a note to tell you were they were. She was sure you wouldn’t mind.”
“No, I don’t mind. The wind must have blown the note onto the floor and I didn’t see it. But what should I do with these extra pies?”
“Well,” said Nancy thoughtfully, “You could save them or you could give them to me and everyone can have twice as much pie today.”
“Take them then,” Mother Rabbit laughed, “They didn’t cost that much and everybody will enjoy them.”
Later that day when Mother Rabbit got home she found a small piece of paper in the kitchen that read:
Mom had me come get the pies early so you wouldn’t need to come so early. I have taken them home. I hope you don’t mind.
Mother Rabbit just smiled to herself as she put the note in her pocket and went to work making three more carrot pies for another nephew, Kirk’s, birthday party which would be the next afternoon.