The Weasels' Halloween

Part I

Frogs Fly

The week after Sam’s cottage was dedicated, the leaves on the trees approached their peak colour.  Nature continued to prepare for winter.  Stoddard noticed the beautiful scene as he returned to Ballymore after another procurement trip.  He considered himself quite fortunate that he could fly and see the world from a different perspective.  More than once, he had changed his mind about something while flying.

He recalled his idea about having an aerial view of Ballymore painted.  The painting would make a wonderful Winter Solstice Eve gift for Bartholomew, he thought.  He flew off to visit the frogs and discuss the painting with them.  He hoped he could talk them into flying on his and Sean’s backs.  Animals that had never flown were likely to be somewhat scared. Both frogs were home when he arrived.  They did like his gift idea but, not surprisingly, were scared at the thought of leaving the ground.

Stoddard suggested that he could come back with Sean the next day.  They would wear their basket harnesses, and the frogs could try short, low flights.  The frogs finally agreed to that go-slow approach.

The next day, the swans returned with the harness baskets. Farley and Fionna looked at the small baskets and wondered how safe they were.  The weather was fine for flying, even for first-timers.

Stoddard said, “We’ve never lost anything from the baskets, and we’ve never crashed. It’s quite safe for you both. Let’s try a short flight over the pond.”

Farley climbed into Stoddard’s basket and attached his shoulder harness and seat belt. He felt, surprisingly, secure. Fionna did the same with Sean’s basket. The swans took off and slowly rose to an altitude of about fifty feet. Even from that low height, some of the gorgeous autumn scenery could be seen. They flew out to the island, circled it and then flew back to the frogs’ dock. It was a bit windy but no different than a breezy day on the ground. The frogs were impressed and said they had fun.

Problem solved!

Over the next two days, Farley and Fionna flew in the baskets and made numerous sketches until they felt they had gathered enough details to do the painting. This was another exciting project for them and they thanked the swans for the opportunity. They even suggested there could be more flights. They already had ideas about more paintings from this new perspective. A whole new world had opened to them. But first there was Bartholomew's painting. They said it would be finished for Winter Solstice Eve.