The Owl and the Rabbits: The Golden Rule*

Once upon a time, there was a wise old owl named Mary who lived in Richmond Park in London. One day, Mary gathered the rabbit family and explained to them the importance of the “golden rule.”

Mary told them that the golden rule is a principle that says “Treat others the way you would like to be treated.” She said that this is important because it means being kind, respectful, and fair to others.

She also added that when we treat others the way we would like to be treated, it makes everyone feel good and happy. And when we don’t follow the golden rule, it can cause problems and fights.

The rabbits listened to Mary and they understood the importance of following the golden rule. They realized that by treating others with kindness and respect, they could make the whole community a better and happier place. From that day on, the rabbits always followed the golden rule and lived in peace and harmony with the other animals in Richmond Park.

*Story created by AI with iteration

The Owl and the Rabbits: Sour Grapes*

Please scroll below pictures for the story.

Once upon a time, there was a wise old owl named Mary who lived in a big park called Richmond Park in London. One day, Mary gathered the rabbit family and told them a story about a fox who wanted to eat some grapes but couldn’t reach them. He got mad and said “those grapes are probably sour anyway.”

Mary explained that this story is about when you want something but can’t have it and then make an excuse for not getting it. She told the rabbits that it’s important to be happy with what you have and not to compare yourself to others. She encouraged the rabbits to be grateful for what they have and not to always focus on what they don’t have.

The rabbits listened to Mary and they learned a valuable lesson. They realized that it’s better to be happy with what you have than to always want more. From that day on, the rabbits were happy and content with what they had and Mary the wise owl was always there to guide them and tell them stories that taught them valuable lessons.

* AI Generated with iteration

Beloved Kiera is unwell -A Special Edition Blog – Two Poems

Note: Kiera is unwell at present having suffered a stroke. She is safe in the loving hands of Anna and Rosanne. Below are two poems by Kiera sent to me by Anna. In the first poem Kiera laments the death of Her Majesty Queen Elizabeth ll and at the same time pays homage to her late Majesty’s great love of animals. In the second poem, communicated a few days ago to Anna, Kiera bravely faces her own mortality and encourages us to believe that love goes on for ever.

A Tribute to Her Late Majesty

A tribute to our dear late Queen Elizabeth

By Kiera

Our Queen has died

This makes me sad…

If I’d known her

I would have had

Such gentle strokes

For she was kind

Such love from her

I would find

A Royal kiss

She would place

Right upon

My furry face

I think on me

She would dote

Her gentle hand

Would stroke my coat

Of all this

I am sure

She was Queen

Her word was law..

She loved us all

This I know

It’s sad to learn

She had to go..

It’s the end

Of her reign

I’m just a dog

But feel the pain

I need to say

One more thing,

Welcome Charles

Our new King!!

Kiera – A Reflection

“Go free”, I heard

“It’s your choice”

But the sound of your voice

Awakened me….

I had one paw on Rainbow Bridge,

Then two…

But I turned

And looked at you….

Your moistened eyes

And soft goodbyes

So touched my heart

I could not part

Not this night…..

The yonder light

Began to fade

And so I stayed….

Such love and healing

Has left me feeling

Renewed in strength

Until at length

I had no pain

And breathed again.

But love is constant, has no end

Remember this, my dear Friend…

My time will come and when it does

It will be right for both of us.

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The Owl and the Rabbits: Fast vs Slow*

Once upon a time, in a forest, there was a wise old owl named Mary. All the animals in the forest would come to her for advice and guidance.

One day, a group of young bunnies came to Mary and asked her to tell them a story. Mary thought for a moment. She remembered a story a wise man called Aesop told her. Mary began to speak.

“Once upon a time, there was a rabbit named Speedy and a turtle named Slowpoke,” she said. “Speedy was very fast and loved to brag about how fast he could run. Slowpoke, on the other hand, was slow but steady.

One day, Speedy decided to challenge Slowpoke to a race. He laughed and said, ‘There’s no way you can win, you’re too slow!’ But Slowpoke accepted the challenge.

The day of the race arrived and Speedy took off quickly, leaving Slowpoke behind. But Speedy got too confident and took a nap during the race. When he woke up, he saw Slowpoke crossing the finish line first.

The moral of the story is that slow and steady wins the race. Don’t be like Speedy and brag all the time. Instead, be like Slowpoke and work hard and you will be successful in the end.”

The young bunnies were very impressed and thanked Mary for the story. From that day on, they remembered the story of Speedy and Slowpoke and worked hard to achieve their goals.

*Story created using AI with iteration

The Owl and the Rabbits: Comparing with Others*

Once upon a time, there was a wise old owl named Mary who lived in a big park called Richmond Park in London. One day, there was a big snowstorm and it was hard for all the animals to find food and stay warm. Mary knew that everyone had to work together to survive.

The foxes knew how to find food in the snow and they taught the rabbits. The rabbits knew how to make shelters to stay warm and they taught the foxes. Together, they were able to survive the storm.

Mary saw that some of the rabbits were feeling bad because they weren’t as good at hunting as the foxes. So, she taught the rabbits that everyone has different talents and it’s important to focus on what you’re good at and not compare yourself to others.

She also said that comparing yourself to others is not a good idea because everyone has their own struggles and it’s not fair to compare yourself based on what you see on the outside. She taught them to focus on their own progress and growth and to be proud of themselves for their own accomplishments no matter how small.

The rabbits listened to Mary and they stopped comparing themselves to the foxes and others. They focused on being the best version of themselves and being helpful to others. From that day on, all the animals in Richmond Park, London worked together and were happy. And Mary the wise owl was always there to guide them and remind them to treat themselves and others with kindness and respect.

*Story generated using AI

The Owl and the Rabbits*

The Owl and the Rabbits of Richmond Park in London

Once upon a time, there was a wise old owl named Mary who lived in Richmond Park. She had lived there for many years and had seen many things come and go. One day, she noticed that the rabbit family who lived nearby were having trouble finding food. The rabbits were small and not very fast, so they couldn’t catch their own food like the bigger animals could.

Mary, the wise owl, knew she had to help the rabbit family, so she went to speak with them. When they first met, Mary told the rabbits that the most important rule in life was to treat other animals just like they would like to be treated. She called it the golden rule.

She taught the rabbits how to better use their ears to listen for the sound of the plants growing underground. This way, they could find the freshest and most nutritious plants to eat. She also taught them how to better use their noses to smell for predators, so they could stay safe.

The rabbits followed Mary’s advice, and soon they were thriving. They had plenty of food and were able to live in peace and safety in Richmond Park.

But one day, a sly fox frightened the rabbits as he was hunting them, the rabbits were not aware of the fox’s presence and were caught off guard. The fox was almost able to catch a few of the young rabbits before they could run away. Mary, seeing the commotion, flew down to the scene and chased the fox away.

Mary then gathered the shivering rabbits and reminded them of the importance of staying alert and being aware of their surroundings at all times, especially when predators are around. She also reminded them of the golden rule, that they must always treat other animals just as they would like to be treated and to look out for one another. Little did they realise how important that rule would turn out to be.

One day, while the rabbits were out foraging, they stumbled upon a trap set by a hunter. Inside the trap was the fox who had been hunting them before. The rabbits were afraid and wanted to leave the fox there to suffer, but one of the young rabbits, named Flopsy, remembered Mary’s golden rule and decided to help the fox.

Flopsy carefully freed the fox from the trap, and the fox, surprised and grateful, thanked Flopsy. The fox said his name was Lightning and explained that he had been caught in the trap while hunting for food for his family, and that he had never intended to harm the rabbits. The two animals realized that they were not so different after all, and they became friends.

The fox and the rabbit family then worked together to find food and protect each other from danger in Richmond Park. Mary was happy to see that her advice had been taken to heart and that even the unlikeliest of friendships could form. They all lived happily ever after, always looking out for each other and Mary the wise owl was always there to protect them, always reminding them of the golden rule to treat others just as they would like to be treated.

A few months later there was a massive rain storm. The wind howled. The trees shook. It was icy cold. The rabbit family huddled together in their den.

Yet on that cold and windy night, at the height of the storm, they met someone who would become their friend for ever. He would become known as the Hero of the Winter Storm. He was a young dog named Wally.

But what happened?

That is another story ………………….

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*This story was generated by AI and a process of focused iteration plus actual amendment.

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Poet Kiera’s Joy

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Photo AW

Kiera’s companion Anna remembers …..

“It is 5 years ago exactly that I went to Many Tears in Llanelli to pick up this beauty! Kiera is my constant and trusty companion and as many of you know. …even sends poems over the ether to me. She is delightful and I have never regretted collecting her. From Romania to the UK…..her story is a huge success!”

Kiera also remembers. Anna sent me this poem by Kiera:

I love to run and dash, enjoy and splash..
Memories so part of me, fading now…..
Like mists which rise and fall
Into a deep nothingness….
And yet
Somewhere deep within
I was once loved……
My mind expands to far off lands
For one brief moment…
I remember. …
But soon returns for I am here…forever near
To the One who breathes love
And cares for me….
An echo from my plight, a shaft of light
It’s always there, deep and asleep
In my doggy soul….

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Kiera’s Lament – A Prayer for Ukraine

This beautiful and moving prayer was given by Kiera to her owner Anna. When you thoughtfully read the prayer you will realise that Kiera is very special as is the relationship between Kiera and Anna. Prayerfully read the prayer and then click here to read Anna’s account of how she and Kiera came together. Their story has received more views than any other post on this blog. Read the story and you will know why. But, read Kiera’s prayer first. Please scroll down.


Kiera

KIERA’S LAMENT

I lie in stillness needing peace
And beg my mind to please release
For thoughts of anguish and of pain
Transfer to me from dear Ukraine.
I feel them, sense them, hear their cries
Winged by clouds across the skies….
And screams from wounds keep me awake
How to deal with this heartbreak?
Blessed Angels hear my plea
(Even though a dog I be)
Wrap Ukraine in wings of love
Ask for forces from above.
I’ll shout, I’ll whine and bark out loud
For this country now so proud….
Till this fight is put to bed
Man nor beast can rest his head
Make haste dear Angels, show you care
Will you hear a doggy ‘s prayer?

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Thank you

Piccadilly Rose

The Perfume Shop

In London, a short walk from Piccadilly Circus, is Jermyn Street. There you will find a perfume shop which has been selling perfume since the 1700s. One of the perfumes is particularly refined. It has a scent that exquisitely combines sensuousness, innocence and honour. It’s fragrance is impossible to forget. The perfume is called “Piccadilly Rose”.

28 June 2021. The Evening meal at a Holiday Farm

Evening, just before supper. Peter and his family had just arrived at “Rainbow’s End”, a holiday farm nestling between two hills in the Karoo a few hours drive from Port Elizabeth. The farm has been a holiday home for generations of families. It is a place where cherished memories and friendships are made. Peter was celebrating his fortieth birthday with his family

The family booked in and found their chalet. It was now about 6 o’clock. Tired after the long drive, they decided to head for supper in the large dining room in the main building. Many guests were eating already. Peter and the family were sharing their table with a couple from Cape Town. The meal was excellent. They were enjoying coffee and biscuits when he saw her. Or rather, he saw she was looking at him.

She was sitting about four tables away with two teenage children. Her prematurely grey hair was a beautiful silver pulled into an elegant ponytail.

As soon as their eyes met, both dropped their eyes immediately.

Peter was sure he knew the woman so he decided to go to the lounge after supper and find her. When he got to the lounge, she was not there. She and her two children were gone.

Easter 2000 The Tennis Camp

Peter was sixteen. A keen tennis player, he went to a tennis camp in Bulawayo, Zimbabwe, held over the Easter Weekend. It was during the camp that Peter met Jean. They became friends. At the end of the camp there was a dance. They had danced together most of the night. Peter was completely blown over by the softness of here warm body. She was the most beautiful girl he had ever seen. During the evening Peter and Jean had gone for a walk on the sports field next to the tennis courts. There, beneath the stars Peter and Jean kissed for the first time. Peter never forgot the intoxicating taste of her soft lips.

After the Easter tennis camp Jean left Bulawayo to go to a private school for girls in Grahamstown, South Africa. The relationship between Pater and Jean blossomed by correspondence. Peter was at his happiest when he got a letter from Jean. He took the letters to his room and gently opened them, as gently as he would hold her hand if she were with him. Jean started ending her letters with “X X X” which caused Peter’s stomach to surge with joy. Then Jean started to scent her letters with beautiful perfume. Just holding the perfumed page and breathing in the scent brought Peter great joy. At 16, Peter was deeply in love.

Is there such a thing as “love at first sight”? Does young love last forever?

In one of his letters to Jean, Peter asked what perfume it was. Jean wrote back telling him that it was perfume her mother had bought in London and the name of the perfume was “Piccadilly Rose”.

Jean’s parents emigrated at the end of that year and Peter and Jean never saw each other again. They wrote occasionally but even that died away. Time passed. Peter married a girl from Cape Town and they had two children. Peter never found out what happened to Jean, although he often wondered.

29 June 2021 Early morning at Rainbow’s End

Peter did not sleep well. He could not get the woman with the beautiful silver hair out of his mind. He kept wondering if it was Jean who he had loved so deeply so long ago. He was happily married so all the memories about Jean made him feel quite guilty. He hoped he was making a mistake. Obviously, it was someone who looked like her. Anyway, it was twenty-one years ago that he last saw her. It was easy to make a mistake. Really easy. However, he decided he must ask at the office who she was.

So, before breakfast he went to the office. He spoke to the owner who was in early.

“Mind if I pop in and ask you something?”

“Sure”

“We arrived yesterday. At supper last night I thought I recognised one of the guests. She had long silver hair and was sitting with two teenage children”

“I know who you mean. That was Mrs Clarance from Pretoria and her two boys. She was going to stay a few more days but she left this morning early. She told me that something had happened that made it right and necessary for her to leave at once.”

“But here is a strange thing. Before she left, she said if anyone made enquiries about her, I must give them this envelope. You have asked about her. The envelope must be for you.”

The owner opened a draw in his desk, took out an envelope and handed it to Peter.

It was still about half an hour until breakfast. Peter slowly walked down to a small paddock below the chalets. The early morning sun was touching the top of the nearby hill. There was a chill in the still air. It was quiet. Peaceful.

Slowly Peter opened the envelope. Inside was a blank piece of paper.

No writing.

No message.

Then a deep instinct urged him to smell the paper.

He did so.

He breathed in deeply

Joy swept over him.

The scented joy of Piccadilly Rose.

The fragrance of sensuousness. The fragrance of innocence.

But also the fragrance of honour.

Peter very tenderly put the scented paper in the breast pocket of his shirt and quietly left the paddock. It was time for breakfast.

John Bartels 2021