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Howdy friend,

Buscrat here, with stories to tell. Thank ya kindly fer readin my fables below this section. With all the confusion in the world today I thought I’d contribute some positive fables and a little humor to encourage folks by. So scroll on down and read some of em.

If ya wants to read a fable about sumpt’n specific then use the list of categories to the right. I sure do like to read yer comments about my fables and what ya thinks the morale of the story is, so please leave me a comment.

Yer friend,

Buscrat

PS - If you’re a parent or teacher or just wanna understand the fable a little better then click the link above to my main website and read Wits & Wisdom fer some greater details.

Brody was a curious and adventurous mouse who lived in Montana. One day he and the other mice in his colony were out playing, running and chasing each other, when they came to the shore of a river.

“Why don’t we cross that river and explore the meadow on the other side?” Brody suggested.

His friends didn’t like the idea. “Other mice that tried to cross the river were swept away by the strong current and were never seen again,” they said.

But Brody knew it could be done, because he’d seen the beaver crossing the river many times. So, he approached the beaver.

“Will you teach me how to swim, so I can cross the river and explore the meadow on other side?” Brody asked. (more…)

A newspaper reporter wanted to write a story about two old men who lived outside of town. He visited the first old man, Burt, who was talking to a couple other folks sittin’ on his porch.

Burt’s arms were flying all over as he made animated gestures while telling his story.

“…and she was about to marry me but then a terrible tragedy happened!” Burt was saying, scowling. “My best friend was outside the mine not paying no attention and set off the dynamite, and we had a huge cave-in right on top of me. It was the worst tragedy in my life. I almost died! My friend just sat there laughing as I nearly bled to death. Don’t ever trust a friend!” (more…)

There’s a man what lived on the north side of the river in these parts of Montana all by hisself. His nose was plastered clear across his face and was fulla big warts, and his forehead was huge. He was 12 feet tall but had short little arms, like a T-Rex, ‘cept he didn’t have no tail like a dinosaur. Two of the teeth on his lower jaw stuck out a good inch over his upper lip, kinda like a warthogs. He was a perty homely lookin’ creature.

One day I was fishin’ nearby and seen two young fellers walking along the south side of the river, skimmin’ rocks across the water. When the creature seen ‘em, he spit huge gobs of gooey slime across the river that landed on their faces. (more…)

The neighborhood kids were walking to school with Kelton, the new kid, filling him in on everything they thought he should know. Then they saw Mrs. Cromwell walking outside to get her newspaper.

“There’s Mrs. Cromwell, hurry to the other side of the road” one girl said.

The kids shuffled to the other side of the road before they got to Mrs. Cromwell’s house.

“Why do we want to avoid Mrs. Cromwell?” Kelton asked.

“Because she’s got ‘S&P Syndrome’,” another kid said. (more…)

In his freshman year of high school, Chase decided to join choir. As much as he tried, he couldn’t keep a good tune. His voice was high pitched and squeaky. Chase decided to quit the choir.

“You can’t quit now,” the music teacher said. “We’ve practiced all year, and we’re getting ready for the big performance. We need everybody.”

The choir had its big performance…. (more…)

“Baggel!” said Marl the ant, as he and Bonji the flea were walking to town. “I forgot my smashing money”

“You always forget your smashing money,” said Bonji the flea. “Then I have to smashing loan you some.”

“Shut up, you smashing baggel! Get out of my smashing sight!” yelled Marl the ant.

“Smash! Why would I ever want to be your smashing friend? You can’t even take a smashing joke. You’re the smashed up baggel!” shouted Bonji flea.

“Don’t smashing bother walking to town with me, baggel!” Marl shouted back.

“No smashing problem, baggel, I’ll smashing take a dog!” said Bonji the flea.

I heard the ant and flea arguing and swearing up a storm. “Howdy, friends,” I said. (more…)

The village animals were building a new town center. Squirrel and Mink volunteered to help.

“We need someone who can figure out how many logs we’ll need.” Porcupine, the supervisor, told the crowd.

Mink and Squirrel both volunteered. Squirrel was given the job since he was smarter than Mink.

While he was counting up how many logs they’d need Beaver said (more…)

I was travelin’ thru Virginia in the mid 1700s and when I rode into a new town, I met up with some kids what had their own special little liars club. They all lied fer differnt reasons, but their fate was equally rewarded.

On my way into town, I stopped my wagon to pick up a box in the road what seemed to have fallen offa another wagon. (more…)

Shamble the gray car was playing with his friends

A green car, a short car

One crunched on the end

One day I’ll be red with a very nice shine

A sports car, a nice car

The road will be mine

Who you? said his friends, they started to smirk

You’re foolish, you’re silly

It’s too much hard work (more…)

I  ‘spect you heard
Of Santy Claus
But where’d he come from
Might give ya pause

Now don’t you fret
Cuz Buscrat’s here
I’ll clear it up
So lend an ear

Ya might think he’s been ‘round
Fer a hunnert years or more
But I’ll tell ya friends
It’s longer’n that fer shore

He flied round the globe
A spreadin’ his cheer
Deliverin’ his presents
Afar’n a near

Folks call him Santa
Father Christmas, St. Nick
Ol’ Mr Jolly
The big man, take yer pick

I ‘member the day
Santa became Jolly
The magic seeped in
An’  ‘tweren’t no folly

(more…)