This book is a collection of thirty-two short adventure stories about a dog named Wooffer, the animals who share his world and how they all become friends of the truest kind. Although he is only a little dog, his brave heart and gentle spirit changes the lives of each of the animals in small ways that make a big difference to them all. Every animal, from Old Agnes, Mother of Thousands, to Cho Lee Yen, the proud peacock, has had a better life because Wooffer is their good friend. These are The Tales Of Wooffer's Woods.

This is the first of twenty-seven short stories in The Tales of Wooffer's Woods series of books. The tales are about a dog named Wooffer, the animals who share his world and how they all become friends of the truest kind. In this story, Wooffer meets the matriarch of the field mice, Old Agnes, Mother of Thousands and comes to the rescue of her many children.

Wooffer has noticed that when he tries to make friends, the squirrels run up the trees and everyone else runs away. As he lay watching the squirrels, he had a fantastic idea. It was worth a try, but could he do it?


A Tale Of Wooffer's Woods - Mildred and Claudie 'Dillo host a party for the 45th Armored Brigade Reunion. Everything is going soothly until Willy and Nilly 'Dillo from Lester's Field crash the party.


A Tale Of Wooffer's Woods - Three homely black cats need lessons in how to be cats. Wooffer decides he must learn about cats to be a good teacher so he spies on the neighbor cat, Amber Jack and saves a green lizard.


A Tale Of Wooffer's Woods - Basil, is tired of being a scared rabbit, but what can a scared rabbit do? He tells Wooffer his problem. Wooffer says that it is a problem worth solving. Basil needs to know how to defend himself, but how?

A Tale Of Wooffer's Woods - Maxwell has been trained to track deer. Every year his master and three other men went into the woods to hunt for deer. He was supposed to track down the deer and point them out to the hunters, but he could not help himself. Every time he saw a deer he would yell out, "Hunters in the Woods."

What happens when the other dogs find out about it?


A Tale Of Wooffer's Woods - Pogo (Wooffer's brother) and his whole family were moving to a new house in a new neighborhood with a new yard. Pogo was not sure he wanted to move. He liked his old house, his old familiar lizard friends and the old familiar squirrels in the old familiar trees. He knew all the neighbor cat and dogs. He had his TERRITORY.


A Tale Of Wooffer's Woods - One day, after hearing the crows talk about a wonderful place called 'Lester's Field", Ho Chi asked, "Just where are these places you talk about?"

"Well, if you want to know where Lester's Field is, it is in that direction." One crow pointed out the direction to Lester's Field ... and if you want to know Where the wild lands are, they are down the road."


A Tale Of Wooffer's Woods - Cho Lee was showing Pogo and Daisy his beautiful tail feathers. Cho Lee, a peacock of the proudest kind, was demonstrating how he could shake and shimmy his tail feathers and fan them out to an incredible display of "eyes" all shimmering, glimmering and dancing before them.


A Tale Of Wooffer's Woods - Laddie, a very old Collie dog is abandoned on a country road by his mean master.

At First, Laddie just stood there looking at the dust as the car sped away. He tried to catch the car, but he could not. Laddie stood in the middle of the road for a long time, wondering what had happened. He looked around. All he could see was pasture and cows and the dirt road.


A Tale Of Wooffer's Woods - Margaret the chicken came running as fast as her big feet would carry her across the yard, squawking and screeching all the way. "Help! Help! Help! Cho Lee is hurt! Oh, Please!! Somebody help. Where is everyone?!"


A Tale Of Wooffer's Woods - "None of the other squirrels wanted to have anything to do with me. They said I smelt funny and laughed at my accent. I had to fight a few before I could get into any other tree. That is when I met Mr. Hoy T. Toity and Sir Ryte (Dickey) Doodah. They had been selected to make sure I stayed in my bandana nest and away from all 'respectable' squirrels."


A Tale Of Wooffer's Woods - Margaret, the chicken, was missing. She had been missing for a week now. It was not the first time Margaret had come up missing. She sometimes had been missing for three weeks at a time, and then showed up all of a sudden as if no time at all had passed. But since her confrontation with Brutus, the big dog from Lester’s Field, she had been close around the farm. Now that she was missing, all the animals feared the worst...


A Tale Of Wooffer's Woods - Reba was born a tadpole in a bromeliad pool. There, she swam and ate such small insects that happen to fall into the pool, while she grew legs and lungs and lost her tail. She was quickly becoming a green tree frog. She could not remember exactly how she lost her leg. It was probably snipped off by some bird who happened to be drinking out of the little pool.
A Tale Of Wooffer's Woods - Moe, the cat, was Wooffer’s special and best friend. Most cats can see and hear very, very well, but not Moe. Moe did not hear very well or even see very well, not even in the dark. When Moe listened, he always heard SOME thing, but what Moe thought he heard was often not exactly what was said and what he thought he saw might not really be there at all.

A Tale of Wooffer's Woods - October meant winter was coming. It was a time of getting ready for cold nights, and a time for storing up food for the hard times in the winter when food was scarce. Every animal does this in their own way. The squirrels, including Mr. A.A. Corn, Mr. Hoy T. Toity and Sir Right (Dickey) Doodah, were storing acorns and nuts.

The rabbits were getting as fat as possible to be ready for the cold nights and dry grasses. Old Agnes and her Thousands were lining the walls of the house with straw and grass to be ready for the cold times of winter.

A Tale Of Wooffer's Woods - Old Agnes was in a dither, as usual, but this time she was more in even more of a dither. It seemed that today was her turn to entertain the other Mothers of Thousands from the “Mothers of Thousands Club.” She had been getting ready for a week. She had swept out all the halls and chambers of the Castle of a Mouse House and woven a grass rug for the floor . . .


A Tale Of Wooffer's Woods - Marygrey had waited a very long time for the arrival of her babies. But babies cannot be rushed into the world and take their own time in coming. Say what you will, or wish as hard as you want, it will do no good at all, especially rabbit babies. They come when they have a good mind to. Marygrey’s babies had waited until Christmas Eve.

A Tale Of Wooffer's Woods - Behind Pogo’s new house, behind the fence and a little way beyond, was a big vacant field that turned into a smooth, beautiful, shallow lake after a big rain. There were no trees but there was a lot of tall weeds, and plenty of water to wade in. There were also places of higher, drier, ground to make a nice, dry nest.

A Tale Of Wooffer's Woods - Wooffer put his nose a little way under the fence and sniffed. He went a little past the fence and sniffed. Before he knew what he was doing, Wooffer was well under the fence and on the other side and deep into the forest. He was on the trail of whatever wonderful creature had been in the yard last night!


A Tale Of Wooffer's Woods - When Wooffer leaped off the porch steps that morning, he knew right away that something was very wrong. There was no bird singing his good morning song, no frog saying good night. Everything was silent. Even as he sniffed the air, something did not smell right. He could not put his nose on it right away, but something was definitely wrong!

A Tale Of Wooffer's Woods - Minever turned around and Wooffer could see all ten little mice still holding on to her skirt, bouncing and swinging with each sway of her skirt. He could have sworn he heard a giggle and squeal as she swirled and swayed off to fetch Old Agnes.


A Tale Of Wooffer's Woods - He barely heard it. He was almost asleep, but there it was again. It was a mournful, clear call. “Whip poor will … Whip poor will!” At first Wooffer thought he had been dreaming. “Whip poor will! … Whip poor will!” the sound came clear and crisp over the cool night air. There was no other sound… just “Whip poor will!”


A Tale Of Wooffer's Woods - Wooffer was humming a song as he trotted off to visit the frogs in the ditch. He knew all of the words and the tune almost perfectly. The frogs, however, hated to hear Wooffer sing the songs he made up and told him to be quiet and were very rude about his songs and his singing every time he started to sing.


A Tale Of Wooffer's Woods - The frogs were in trouble. It had not rained for such a long time that the ditch they lived in was dried up until it was just a small mud puddle under some trees in the middle. This small spot of water was left to the tadpoles … and to fate.


A Tale Of Wooffer's Woods - It was the beginning of spring. The breeze blew, the clouds flew, the flowers started to bloom, and the grasses grew. It was perfect weather for a field mouse (or any other body for that matter), and Old Agnes was cleaning house.


A Tale Of Wooffer's Woods: As is the custom of wild pigs, the oldest grandfather began to tell a story. It was a story that the younger pigs complained about hearing again and again.

“I remember,” he began, “a story my grandpa told to me and it is a story his grandfather told to him and his before him and so on .”

Three little pigs rolled their eyes and grunted to each other. “Not again."


“Have you heard?” blurted Herminie.
“Heard what?” said Old Agnes.
“Someone or something is living on Wooffer’s screened- in porch. Wooffer’s mom brought in a big cage with a blanket over it and left it on the porch late last night.” exclaimed Herminie.
The three grandmother field mice hurried the children down the path toward the flower garden.
If only they could have a look at what or who was caged in Wooffer’s porch! How exciting it would be! But field mice are small and not any one of the three could see a thing except the cage.

Mr. Hoy T. Toity was just emptying his hands of all the acorns he had gathered when Sir Doodah hurried up and slapped him on the back, “I have found it! The High Way to the rest of the wide world! I have found it! I have found it! I have found it!”
Mr. Hoy T. Toity’s acorns flew from his hands all over the ground.  “Found what?” he finally managed to yell. “Look at all my hard work lying on the ground! Help me pick them up and tell me what you are talking about!”
Sir Doodah began gathering up the acorns and then he threw them into the air and yelled, “IT, IT, I have found the High Way!”

It was the kind of day to sleep late, to wake slowly and cast one eye to the sky, roll over and go back to sleep. That is just what Wooffer and his mom did.

There were those, however, who welcomed the clouds and the mist and meant to take full advantage of the damp, dim light of dawn to do their mischief. While Wooffer and his mom slept a little longer, they were moving closer and closer and closer. They meant no good at all.


This book is a collection of thirty-two short adventure stories about a dog named Wooffer, the animals who share his world and how they all become friends of the truest kind. Although he is only a little dog, his brave heart and gentle spirit changes the lives of each of the animals in small ways that make a big difference to them all. Every animal, from Old Agnes, Mother of Thousands, to Cho Lee Yen, the proud peacock, has had a better life because Wooffer is their good friend. 

In PAPERBACK these are The Tales Of Wooffer's Woods.


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