Mrs. Tweedy


Hello, my little moppets, Auntie Millie here with a tale of a kindly old woman who sets an entire village to worry while appearing unusually gloomy. Mrs. Tweedy learns that the love given by your friends should be shared with as many as possible. I hope you enjoy this tale and will stop back soon to visit your old auntie. 

Cheers Love


Fall came slowly and multicolored. Mrs. Tweedy stood on her front porch, shaking her head slowly back and forth as if to say, "Things aren't right." Her neighbors wondered why the usually cheerful matron looked so gloomy. The baker's daughter thought it might be from missing her husband or maybe the fact that her grey tabby cat had passed away recently. Whatever the reason for the long face, no one could get her to talk about it.

The village wise woman paid her a visit with the two having a delightful conversation. With no signs of sadness, all agreed the matron was getting on in years, and loneliness was undoubtedly part of it. On market day, the entire village folk headed to the square, which overflowed with the abundance of the harvest.

Around midday, a small figure slowly crossed the bridge into the square, shaking her head and looking unusually gloomy. Taffy ran to greet her, and the two chatted pleasantly as the youngster helped with her shopping. Before leaving, Mrs. Tweedy insisted that Taffy and her mother come and enjoy a slice of Dewberry pie that was cooling on her windowsill.

Mrs. Tweedy left, shaking her head as if some dreadful thing had befallen her. The villagers feared she had lost her wits and might wander off into the woods, disappearing forever. "Oh, I forgot to tell you! Mrs. Tweedy invited us for pie," said Taffy as they walked home from the market. She then suggested they could see how Mrs. Tweedy was faring in her old tree. Reluctantly Taffy's mother, Agnes, agreed.

Mrs. Tweedy stood on her doorstep, shaking her head as though confronted with a terrible choice. Greeting the pair warmly, Mrs. Tweedy invited them in for a slice of dewberry pie. Everything appeared relaxed as they chatted over tea.

The time came to bid farewell. Mrs. Tweedy packed an extra slice of pie for Taffy's father, kissed a child on her head, and wished them both a safe journey home. As they slowly exited, each gave the other a worried glance, wondering if their friend would be all right.

Taffy broke away from her mother and raced back to the closing door, nearly knocking the poor woman over. "My goodness, child! What brings you back with such a flurry?" exclaimed the matron. "My dearest, Mrs. Tweedy, please don't wander off into the night. I know you are sad and upset, but if anything happened to you, my heart would break."

"Everyone sees how troubled you have you been lately and are greatly concerned. Please, Mrs. Tweedy, do come and be with us. Don't go for a night walk into the woods," pleaded Agnes. Mrs. Tweedy cleared her throat and, in a soothing voice, asked, "Why do you think I am about to take a night walk?"

 "Everyone has seen your shaking head as though you struggle with an impossible choice. We see the despair on your face and fear the loneliness must be too great for you to bear." "You mean the entire village is worried I'm about to take a night walk because you have seen me shaking my head and looking grim?" The pair nodded their heads in silence.

 Without warning, the matron burst into laughter while Agnes's face turned white with fear. Had she pushed the matron too hard? Taffy reached to comfort her friend in hopes of easing her suffering. "Oh, my loves, I am dreadfully sorry I caused you such concern. I shall get two kittens first thing in the morning to replace my dear Alexander." said the matron.

 Agnes reached for her tonic bottle, feeling that now would be an excellent time to take a drink. "Do you mean that all this has been about whether to get one or two kittens?" asked Taffy. "Why yes, your concern for me has made my choice much easier. If you can have such love for me, then I certainly have enough love for two cats who would otherwise need to fend for themselves."

Mrs. Tweedy gave each a loving hug then sent them on their way, reminding them to hurry home before witching hour when dark forces roam the land for poor unfortunate souls. The next morning Farmer Ned delivered one tabby and one black kitten to Mrs. Tweedy. The villagers stopped worrying, and Mrs. Tweedy stopped shaking her head.



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