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.
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 - "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 - 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 - 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: 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."