allan said:
sounds like an interesting story , do tell !
Once upon a time there were three Stone-Maps, who lived together in a mine of their own, in the Hills of Arizona. One of them was Wee Little Peralta Stone-Map, and one was a Middle- sized Momma Stone-Map, and the other was a Great Big Poppa Stone-Map. They had each a bowl from which they could devour their hidden treasure; a little bowl for the Wee Little Peralta Stone-Map; and a middle-sized bowl for the Middle-sized Momma Stone-Map, and a great big bowl for the Great Big Poppa Stone-Map. And they had each a chair to sit in; a little chair for the Wee Little Peralta Stone-Map; and a middle-sized chair for the Momma Stone-Map, and a great big chair for Poppa Stone-Map. And they had each a bed to sleep in; a little bed for the Wee Little Peralta Stone-Map; and a middle-sized bed for the Momma Stone-Map, and a great big bed for the Poppa Stone-Map.
One day, after they had prepared some hidden treasure for breakfast, and poured it into their bowls, they walked out into the woods while their treasure was cooling, that they might not burn their mouths by beginning too soon to eat it. And while they were walking, a New Member came to the house. He could not have been a good, honest guest, for first he looked in at the window, and then he peeped in at the keyhole, and seeing nobody in the house, he lifted the latch. The door was not fastened, because the Stone-Maps were good Stone-Maps, who did nobody any harm, and never suspected that anybody would harm them. So the New Member opened the door, and went in .. And he was pleased when he saw the hidden treasure in the bowls on the table. If he had been a good New Member, he would have waited ‘till the Stone-Maps came home, and then, perhaps, they would have asked him to stay for breakfast, for they were good Stone-Maps -- a little rough or so, as the manner of Stone-Maps are, but all in all they were very good-natured and hospitable. But the New Member was an impudent, bad old New Member, and he set about helping himself to the hidden treasure… and not aware of Arizona law regarding the devouring of hidden treasure, he took it and ran.
………………………………………………….and whether he broke his neck in a fall, or ran into the woods and was lost there, or perhaps found his way out of the Arizona Hills and was taken up by the constable and sent to the House of Correction for a vagrant as he was, I cannot tell. But the Three Stone-Maps never saw anything more of him.
The End
willy
