in real luck … the PKK’s hammock
was still tied between the trees and small
soft, handwoven rugs were lining the hammock. "Perfect" says
Granma (let’s just call her "G" and
Julio "J" .. okay? Okay.) "These
will work great for saddle blankets," says
G. "Should we take the hammock too, just
in case?" asks J. "Well, I dono,
now that might be stealin’" says G. "But
we are taking the blankets; that’s stealing! " says
J. "I guess you’re right" says G. "What
can we leave him in trade for the blankets?"
Granma looked up again and the horses turned
their heads the other way so she couldn’t hear
them whispering. "Talking horses! What next!" sighed G.
"I got a pocket knife" says the J. "Naw,
we might need that" says the G. "Hhhmmm,
thinking .. thinking …." says J. "We could
just write him a note and tell him we will gladly
pay him Tuesday for a hamburger today! Hahahahaha!" laughs
J. Granma laughs too, then they get all quiet again
and listen to see if anyone heard them. "How
far are we away from the Mushroom Palace anyway?" asked
J. (Sometimes also called ‘the Hoo’) "I dono" says
G, "but can’t be very far. Probably a stones
throw or something like that." Julio picks up
a stone to throw it, and they both burst out laughing.
Trying to contain themselves, they hear echo laughing
coming from the direction of the Mushroom Palace. "Such
a funny place" says J. "We laugh, they
laugh …. when you were sad, they were sad and played
sad music." "Yeah, go figger." says G.
By now they had the bridles done and a lead
rope for Pepper …. Then they decided to make
wide braided bands to tie the blankets on with.
They found some thicker reeds near the waterfalls
that would braid much faster and smoother. "Let’s
see how handy this is" says J, as he pulls
out his pocket knife. As he begins to cut some
reed, he thinks he hears it cry out … "ouch,
you’re hurting me. Let go! You’re pinching!
There, you’ve spilled my guts!" But as
s0on as he cut a reed, it grew right back. "Very
strange place" says the Hoo. "Indeedy"
So Granma and Hoo braid the reeds into wide
bands and even make little holes at the end
to slip one end under the other, like a catch
to lock them. Mober and Pepper were eating
the nice rich green grass. Seemed to Granma
that she heard them whispering to one another.
Pepper: "Hey Mobe, what do you think they
are doing?" Mobe: "They are making
reins and bridles and all sorts of contraptions
to ride us with. "US!" squeals Pepper. "They
can ride you, but I’m a baby!" "Tut
tut" says Mober, "Just follow my
lead. The little one is a baby too and he can’t
weigh very much. You can carry him. Looks by
the length of that rope that they are gonna
tie you on behind me and lead you anyway. Just