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The Adventures of Spunky, Bim, and Pip

The Adventures of Spunky, Bim, and Pip

Audrey Brown

Edited by Roger Brown


Published by Golden Galaxy Publications at Shakespir


Copyright 2015 Roger Golden Brown


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A War Bride’s Memoirs



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Heading Out


The Truth Seeker’s Handbook

Incontrovertible Truths and Wisdom

Space Hobos Tilling The Earth



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Audrey Brown, my mother, was born in London in 1920, met my father in the war and came to live in Washington State, where we, along with brother Doug, lived. Later in life Audrey wrote down her memoirs, which has been published (A War Bride’s Memoirs) as an eBook and in print. And among some other writings of hers is this collection of children’s poems.

Note to Readers from the Editor

I am not planning to have this book printed in its current form. I think for this to appear in print it needs pictures; cute pictures of the animals and their world. If you are the person to make this happen, contact me at the email address above.

The Adventures of Spunky, Bim, and Pip

Spunky Learns To Swim

The Cat That Couldn’t Purr

The Tale Of The Curly Tail

Pip Has A Fright

Spunky Meets The Rabbit Twins

Bim Meets Skinny, The Lizard

Pip Gets Some Exercise

Bim’s Little Problem

Spunky Makes Another Friend

Pip Meets Zac

Spunky Visits Squawk and Fuzzy

About the Author

Books by Roger Brown

The Adventures of Spunky, Bim, and Pip

Spunky Learns to Swim

Spunky is a dog, a brown and curly dog,
Who lives in a very friendly house
With Jim, his master, and Bim the cat
And a hard to find squeaky little mouse.

Today was Jim’s birthday and off they went
To picnic down by the lake;
Spunky and Jim, his Mum and Dad
And Grandmother too they would take.

The sun was shining, the air was warm
And down to Spunky bent Jim.
“To-day is the day,” he whispered in his ear
“When I’ll teach you how to swim.”

Spunky’s heart went plop, plop, plop.

He tried to wag his tail.
“Oh dear,” he thought, “I’ll never be a fish.
What happens if I fail?”

Jim jumped in and splashed around with his feet.

“Come on in, Spunk,” he cried,
But Spunky walked
To where the boat was tied.

Jim went over to the picnic table,
“You know, Mum, it’s very plain to see
That Spunk is scared of the water
Just like I used to be.”

“Then you will have to help him, Jim.

That’s what pals are for.
Go pet him now and make him happy
While he is standing on the shore.”

Suddenly a cry came from Grandmother,
“The wind blew my purse from the boat.
I can see it there in the water.
But how long will it stay afloat?”

Then splash and in went Spunky,
His paws thrashing the water like mad
He couldn’t let Granny’s purse sink,
And once in – you know the water wasn’t bad.

He got the purse and brought it back,
Shook himself and looked up to Jim.
Then his happy tail wagged with glee
And it said, “I can swim, I can swim.”

The picnic was a happy success
For Spunky and his Jim.
And when they went home how proud they were
To tell all the story to Bim.

So now we leave them fast asleep
In their friendly little house,
Spunky and Jim and Bim the cat,
And a hard to find squeaky little mouse.

The Cat That Couldn’t Purr

Bim was a cat, a black and glossy cat
Who lived in a very friendly house.
With Jim, his master, and Spunky the dog,
And a hard to find squeaky little mouse.

One day as Bim was sleeping,
Dreaming of a nice juicy fish,
He felt a tug at his silky tail,
And he gave it a little swish.

He dozed off once again and then,
This time his tail was tugged hard.
He awoke at once and glared around
To see who was in his yard.

A little white snowball of a kitten
Sat looking at him sadly.
“Please, Mr. Bim, can I talk to you.
I need help very badly.”

“My name is Trixie and I’ve just come
To live in the house next door
To be a friend to a little girl
Who is three years old, almost four.”

“I haven’t seen her yet, you know.

She has been ill and is away
But I heard her father talking
And he says she will be home any day.”

Trixie sat back on her fat little tail,
A tear dropped on her fur.
“You see, Mr. Bim, the fix I’m in,
I don’t know how to purr.”

Bim sat up straight, his green eyes blinked.

“But this is absurd,” said he,
“A cat that can’t purr and often purr
Is something new to me.”

“Do they feed you, have you a nice warm bed,
A ball to play with, a rubber mouse?”
“Well yes, said Trixie, I have all that
But it is a very lonesome house.”

Bim got up and stretched on his toes,
His whiskers pricked at the air.
“I think I see now what it is,
Your problem is right there.”

“Now cheer up, Trixie, for I know
There is no need to be sad.
Your little girl will be home soon
And then you will be glad.”

“So run home and get yourself ready.

Wash you paws and fluff your fur,
For when your Peggy hugs you,
You will find out how to purr.”

Trixie sighed, “Alright, Mr. Bim.

I hope she comes home today.
I want to be a nice cat,
And learn to purr and play.”

Two days went by and Bim waited.

He was a little nervous, it’s true.
He had only cheered Trixie up a little,
And he couldn’t think what else to do.

Then suddenly there was a scamper,
A rush of snow white fur.
“You were right, you were right,” meowed Trixie.
“I do know how to purr.”

“Peggy came home and held me,
And oh it felt so good
That I suddenly started purring,
And purred as hard as I could.”

“Now I must run home quickly,
I don’t want to be too long away,
For now I have my Peggy
And she is home to stay.”

So Bim the cat, a proud and glossy cat
Walked into his friendly house,
Meowed to Jim and Spunky
And went to hunt for the squeaky little mouse.

The Tale Of The Curly Tail

Spunky and Bim were out walking,
Strolling by the farmer’s pig sty
When they heard a noise, not very loud.
Said Bim, “Did I hear a cry?”

“Yes,” said Spunky, “I think I did.

But it is a very odd sound.”
“Let’s look,” said Bim and with his usual grace
Was over the fence in one bound.

It took Spunky longer, he had to go through a gate,
But he soon joined Bim inside.
And there they saw a small piglet.
Said Bim, “Was it you who cried?”

The piglet sniffed, wiped an eye with his trotter
And said, “Well, yes it was me.
But who are you and do you live near here,
Perhaps in that house over there I can see?”

“Yes we do,” said Bim. “But that’s not important.

What is you problem, can you tell us?”
“Oh dear,” said the piglet with a snort and a sigh.
“Oh goodness I do hate to make a fuss.”

“My name is Petunia, Pet for short,
And if I stand up do you see something odd?”
Bim looked at Pet, Spunky looked at Pet,
They looked at each other and began to nod.

Spunky said, “Well – er – Pet – er
You do have a funny tail.
Pig’s tails are supposed to be curly
And yours is as straight as a rail.”

“I know,” said Pet. “I look so funny.

They are going to throw me out of the sty.”
“Now now,” fussed Bim “We’ll think of something.
For Heaven’s sake, don’t start to cry.”

“You know,” said Bim, “sometimes it helps
If you make a certain noise.
Not the usual “oink oink” pigs make
But try the sound coming from those playing boys..

“See the boys are flying kites
Their strings curl as they shout, “higher – high.”
Petunia jumped up and squeaked and squealed
Then fell back with a sigh.

Spunky said, “Now let me try.

Think how a butterfly whirls.
Can you try and make their sound
A little louder and see if your tail curls?”

Pet squiggled her nose and made a little “Oink-whirr”
But no curls came into her tail.
Bim and Spunky looked at each other,
They didn’t like to fail.

Just then a boy came out of the farmhouse
Whirling his fishing rod without a care.
“Whee,” he cried “Whee it’s fun
Look at me twirl this in the air.”

Petunia looked up sadly.

“Everything curls but me.
Listen to the boy with the curly fishing line
And all he says is “Whee.”

“That’s it,” cried Bim.

“Look at your tail, it’s twitching.
Say “Whee” and “Whee” again.
Pretend you’re going fishing.”

“Let’s go,” cried Spunky. “Now all together
When I count to three.”
And watching Pet’s tail they all cried out,

“It worked,” cried Pet. “Oh thank you both.

I’m curly, it’s made my day.”
She smiled and looked at her curly tail
While Bim and Spunky waved and walked away.

They walked quietly for a few minutes,
Spunky watching Bim’s straight tail swishing,
But Bim caught his glance and let out a “Meow.”
“No,” he said, “I like it straight, I’m not going fishing.”

Pip Has A Fright

Bim the cat and Spunky the dog
Lived in a very friendly house
With Jim, their master, his Mum and Dad
And a hard-to-find squeaky little mouse.

Pip was the mouse and he lived alone
Behind the kitchen wall.
Bim and Spunky knew he was there
But they heard him and that was all.

He used to sleep a lot in the day
And come out in the night,
His beady little eyes could see so well
He didn’t need a light.

One night he waited until Spunky was asleep
Curled up at the foot of Jim’s bed,
And slowly he crept along behind the wall
With a very stealthy tread.

He came out of his little front door,
A tiny hole in the plaster.
And as he stepped through and peeped around,
His heart beat a little faster.

“Gee,” Pip thought, “I hope that Bim
Is sleeping too by now.
The house is very quiet
And I don’t hear his meow.”

He tiptoed carefully along,
His tail held high in the air.
He was getting close to where Bim slept
And had to take great care.

Ah, there was Bim fast asleep,
A glossy black lump Pip could see.
“I’d love to tweak his tail,” he thought,
“But oh how he would chase me.”

Pip twinkled past the sleeping cat
And scooted up the table.
They forgot to sweep the crumbs off,
I’ll get them if I’m able.

Up the table legs and on to the top.

Now I can fill my tummy.
Crackers and cake crumbs and cheese too,
Oh it looks so yummy.

What shall I eat first?
The crackers, then cake, then cheese?
Oh help! Oh goodness gracious,
I think – I’m going – to SNEEZE.

Over in his corner
Bim sat up in surprise.
“That sounded like a sneeze,” he thought
As he opened up his eyes.

I expect it is the squeaky mouse,
I’ll have to set a trap.
I’ll tiptoe over to his front door
And stay there while I nap.

Up on the table Pip sat in fright,
Hidden behind a cup.
Oh goodness, I think Bim heard me,
I’m sure he just sat up.

I may have to stay home a while
If Bim is on my track,
So I might as well eat and finish the cheese,
Then I’d better hurry back.

He slipped down the table leg
And saw right on the floor
A dish of Bim’s favourite cat food
So he stretched out a tiny paw.

“I’ll play a trick on Bim,” he thought,
And so he began to giggle.
He tried to push the dish away
But it wouldn’t even wiggle.

At last he managed to tip it over,
Pushing it with all his might.
Then he said to himself, “I’ve got to run home,
I’ve had a very busy night.”

Poor Bim, he doesn’t know, you see,
That I also have a back door.
So with a flip of his tail
He whisked inside and was in the kitchen no more.

And so poor Bim sat and waited
In the quiet friendly house.
His Jim and Spunky were fast asleep
And safe at home was the squeaky little mouse.

Spunky Meets The Rabbit Twins

The sun was shining, the birds were awake
When Spunky yawned and opened his eye.
“It looks like a wonderful day,” he thought,
“I think I’ll grow wings and fly.”

He smiled at himself at such a silly thought,
Stretched his legs and sat up on his mat.
No one else was up so early
Except perhaps Bim the cat.

He looked at his master still fast asleep,
Then walked towards the door.
I can’t wait for Jim, I must be off,
To-day is a fine day to explore.

He passed Jim’s Mum with a wag of his tail,
Ran through the garden and out by the river.
He stopped to watch the ducks glide by
And fishes, tails all aquiver.

He ran and jumped, chased a leaf through the air.

He felt as giddy as a newborn foal.
Then suddenly he stopped, for there by the oak
He spied a small round hole.

He sniffed and he snuffled and he looked all around.

He tried to peep inside too.
Then he jumped back in fright his heart beating hard
When a voice behind him said, “Hey – You.”

There stood a rabbit, his whiskers fiercely bristling,
His ears standing up straight and tall.
“That’s my home you’re huffing and puffing in.
You are sending a draft down my hall.”

“You live down there?” said Spunky in surprise.

“My gosh, what fun that must be.
I’m sorry I blew down your hallway.
I didn’t know it was your home, you see.”

“Well that’s alright,” said the rabbit.

“My name is Flop and I live here with my brother.”
“Oh,” said Spunky. “I live close by
In that house with Jim and his mother.”

“My brother went off chasing a butterfly,
Let’s go and find him,” said Flop
“All right,” said Spunky and started off
The rabbit following, hop, hop, hop.

They went down by the river bank
And there was Flip dozing in the sun
“Wake up,” cried Flop. “We have a new friend
And the three of us can have some fun.”

“Let’s float down the river on a lily pad
And see how far we can go.”
“I don’t know,” said Spunky a little doubtfully.
“I’m a lot heavier than you, you know.”

There were three lily pads floating there
Moored by the river bank
Flop jumped on one and cried, “Follow me.”
Spunky closed his eyes – jumped – and sank!

Down he went in the water,
Splashing and paddling with all his might.
Naughty Flip and Flop just giggled,
But it gave poor Spunk quite a fright.

He swam up to the river bank
And scrambled onto the grass.
“I don’t think I will try that again,” he said.
“You ride and I’ll watch you pass.”

“Goodbye Spunky,” called the brothers.

“Please come again and play.”
“Goodbye,” barked Spunky and wagged his tail.
“I’d like to come back another day.”

He shook his wet fur and ran through the sun
Towards his friendly white house.
“I’m hungry,” he thought. “I bet Jim is awake,
And wonder if Bim caught that naughty mouse.”

There was Jim waiting for him.

“Spunky, where have you been,” he cried.
“What a story I have to tell,” thought Spunky,
And together the two of them went inside.

Bim Meets Skinny, The Lizard

Bim had been snoozing
Out in the sun.
He yawned, opened his eyes,
And suddenly saw something run.

It was long and thin
And very dark brown.
Bim looked in amazement
And then began to frown.

This creature had a long tongue
That shot in and out,
And kept doing push-ups.
Thought Bim, “What’s this all about?”

Suddenly the creature spoke,
“Hi, Mr. Cat, what’s you name?”
“Well,” said Bim “I’ll tell you
But may I ask you the same?”

The tongue shot out and he laughed a little.

“Well, I’m called Skinny by my brothers.
I’m a lizard you know and we are all pretty thin,
But I’m thinner than most others.”

Bim thought a moment and then he smiled,
He had never met a lizard before.
Then he said, “My name is Bim.
I live in that house, see the red door?”

Skinny said, “I’m going to the waterfall
To have a bath and play.
How about going with me,
Come on, what do you say?”

Bim stiffened. “You mean you actually
Get into water for a bath?,” he said.
“How very strange when you have
Such a busy long tongue in you head.”

“I bathe very carefully by licking myself
All over, bit by bit.
See, I’ll show you how it is done,
Watch me while I sit.”

Skinny watched and had a chuckle.

“That wouldn’t do for me.
My tongue is long and clever,
But I can’t twist like you can, you see?”

“Besides, I love splashing about
And playing in the waterfall.
Come and watch me have some fun.
You can still hear your folks if they call.”

So Bim walked along beside Skinny
And did stop and watch him play.
He even dipped the tip of a paw
In the water, but kept well away from the spray.

“No, Skinny,” he said. “I’d still rather bathe
The way I do, licking my fur.”
“Well,” said Skinny, “We are not the same.
My skin is different and I cannot purr.”

“But we can still be friends
And meet down by the pool.”
“Oh yes,” said Bim, “I’m glad we met
But now I’m going to walk to the school.”

“It’s about time that Jim, my friend,
Will be coming back to the house.
So I’ll say ‘Goodbye’ for now, Skinny.
I’ll go and meet him and look for a certain mouse.”

“So long, Bim, it was lots of fun
Talking and playing with you to-day.”
And Skinny waved goodbye and wandered off
To take a nap in the sun in some nice warm hay.

Pip Gets Some Exercise

Pip awoke and looked around,
What shall I do today?
I’d like to do something different,
Go somewhere else to play.

He blinked his eyes and thought again,
“I’ll dodge Bim and leave the house.
After all,” he giggled, “I really am
A naughty little squeaky mouse.”

Now wide awake Pip crept upstairs
And quickly ran out of the door.
The family was busy getting ready for school
And no-one saw him on the floor.

The family car was ready to leave,
The door was open so Pip had a great idea.
I’ll pop inside and stay very quiet
And no-one will know I am there.

Out of the house came Jim’s mother,
And began to ride into town.
And when she stopped and parked the car
It was easy for Pip to hop down.

There was a hedge along the pathway
And Pip ran along in it, able to hide.
The door of the building was open
And Pip followed Jim’s Mum inside.

He had never been anywhere like this before,
So many people and music so loud.
Lots of ladies hopping up and down,
Though it seemed a very happy crowd.

“Oh dear,” thought Pip, “what shall I do?
I’ve got to get away.
But until Jim’s Mum is ready to go
I’ll simply have to stay.”

He wandered around staying out of sight,
Then a little girl came out of a door.
“Oh good,” thought Pip. “I’ll pop inside,
I’d rather not be out here any more.”

He went inside and it was a nice quiet room
With several children happily playing.
He watched and listened to them talk,
Trying to hear what they were saying.

They were talking about their Mum’s exercising,
And copying their movements, it was rather neat.
“Yes,” thought Pip, “It’s easy for you
But remember I’ve got four feet!”

He squiggled into a corner
And tried to practice a little bit.
But he still kept tripping over his feet.
“No good,” he said, “I’ll just have to sit.”

Then the music stopped and the door opened,
The children dashed out ready for home.
“Oh dear,” thought Pip, “I don’t see Jim’s Mum,
Why did I ever decide to roam?”

“There she is! Let’s get going.

I want to get into the car.
The town is fun but I love our village
And now it’s not very far.”

I can see the fields and river
And Bim sitting under a tree.
He doesn’t know I have been out all day,
He is still dreaming about catching me.

I’ve got to talk to him and tease him,
Make his whiskers twitch with surprise.
“Why,” I’ll say, “You’re just a lazy cat
While I went to town to exercise.”

Then I’ll dash back into my bed
In my happy friendly house,
With Spunky and Bim and me, of course,
Because I’m the hard to find squeaky little mouse.

Bim’s Little Problem

Bim the cat, the black and glossy cat,
Stretched out in the sun.
It was a lovely, lazy day
And the summer had just begun.

He yawned and stretched and yawned again
And lazily opened one eye.
He purred in happy contentment
And winked at a butterfly.

The butterfly paused a moment,
Hesitating on flickering wing.
“You know, Bim”, he said,
“You’re a lazy cat, a very lazy thing.”

Bim rolled over and over
And gently rubbed his head.
He was very sleepy and happy.
Who cared what the butterfly said?

He saw a busy, busy bee.

“Good morning, Mr. Bumble.”
“Don’t you ever do anything, you lazy cat,”
The bee began to grumble.

“Pooh,” thought Bim, “I like the sun
And I’ll do as I please.”
But then two cheeky sparrows flew by
And really began to tease.

“There’s Bim, the cat.

My, he’s getting fat.
Look at Bim.
Fat Cat Fat Cat.”

That did it. Up jumped Bim,
Me fat, a fat cat – Me?
Well now, as to the truth of that,
It will be quite easy to see.

He strode off angrily,
Out of the sun, into the wood, so cool.
And after a few minutes walking
Came to a clear blue pool.

It was very quiet by the water,
Not a ripple on the surface,
And no one around to see him,
And that just suited his purpose.

He stared at his reflection.

First he looked up, then down,
Then he looked at himself sideways,
With a tiny little frown.

Was that a little bulge he saw?
Was he – good gracious – was he fat?
I must get lots of exercise,
There’s no doubt about that.

Bim dashed through the woods and across the yard,
Running with all his might.
He didn’t stop until at last
The kitchen door came in sight.

He saw Spunky asleep in the kitchen
Stretched out on the mat.
He glanced at him disdainfully,
“If you don’t exercise you’ll get fat.”

With that he went on quickly
Through the rooms of the friendly house.
“I’ll get my exercise,” he thought,
“I’m going hunting for the squeaky mouse.”

Spunky Makes Another Friend

Jim was at school and his Mum was busy
With a friend for tea and a talk.
Spunky was a bit bored so he decided
He would take himself out for a walk.

“Maybe if I go down by the river,” he thought,
“I could stop by the old oak tree,
For Flip and Flop my rabbit friends
Are always glad to see me.”

He thought again, “it was not very sunny,
The woods would be cold to-day
So perhaps I could just walk through the fields
And stop by the pond on the way.”

Spunky got to the pond and began playing
Kicking fallen leaves into the air.
He watched them fly up and flutter down
Then he heard a cry, “Have a care!”

He stopped, jumped back and looked up
And there above him nearby
Was a funny fat looking leaf,
A leaf with four legs and an angry eye!

Spunky breathed in hard and stiffened his legs
Slipping a little in the mud.
The strange looking creature came close fast
And landed by Spunk’s feet with a thud.

It spoke then with a croaking voice,
“You should be ashamed young man.
What is your name, what are you doing here?
Now tell me all you can.”

“Please sir,” said Spunky. “I’m very sorry
I was really just playing a game.
My name is Spunky and I live in that house
And it’s through those fields that I came.”

And could you please tell me,” added Spunky,
Trying hard to be very polite,
“Who are you, sir, and do you live here
And are you feeling all right?”

“Well now, young man, I’ll introduce myself.

My name is Frog, Mr. Bull Frog to be exact.
And I live here in the banks of the pond
In the muddy puddles as a matter of fact.”

“You disturbed me when you kicked those leaves
And frightened dear Mrs. Frog too.
Now young man, you know you wouldn’t like it
If I had done the same to you.”

So Mr. Frog continued to croak
As Spunk stood there with a drooping tail.
And then across the field rang out
Jim’s “Home from school” welcoming hail.

“Mr. Frog,” said Spunky, “I have to go now
For it is late and is beginning to rain.
I am really sorry I upset you.
I promise I will not do it again.”

“And it is time I went too, young man.

We are now friends so let me say
I hope you will come back – carefully now -
And meet my wife some day.”

Mr. Frog turned and hopped and was lost from sight
Quicker than the squeaky mouse,
So Spunky waved, barked, turned and ran
Fast as he could to his friendly house.

Pip Meets Zac

Pip woke up from his afternoon nap.

He yawned, whiskers bristling in the air.
“I don’t hear anyone moving,” he thought,
“But Bim is probably waiting right by the stair.”

“I’m going to tiptoe out my back door
And walk along the bushes and hide.
I don’t think Bim will hear me,
He will think I’m still inside.”

So Pip ran quickly into the yard,
Crouched by the bushes and tucked in his tail.
He crept along very carefully
Looking for his friend, Sammy the snail.

There was Sammy, around the corner,
Nibbling on a tasty weed.
“Hello Pip,” he said. “How are you?
Still going along at top speed?”

“Hi Sammy,” replied Pip.

You’re moving slowly I see.
Yes, I do like to run quickly,
Bet you can’t catch up with me.”

So Pip waved “goodbye” and sprinted on.

Then a little ways from the house
He suddenly bumped into someone.
My goodness! It was another mouse!

Pip stopped dead, he was so surprised.

He had never seen another mouse there before.
“Hello,” he said. “Do you live nearby
Or do you live in the store?”

The other mouse stopped, smiled and said, “Hello,
You must be Pip I’m sure,
For I saw you once at the friendly house
Running by the front door.”

“You’re right. I do live in the store.

Of course the owners don’t know I’m there,
But I have a nice little home
In a cupboard under the stair.”

“My name is Zac, let’s walk a while
Under the bridge where no one can see us.
Tell me about Bim, the black and glossy cat.
Does he often make a fuss?”

“Oh no,” laughed Pip. “I can handle him,
We have a lot of fun.
He pretends to be fierce and chases me
And sometimes I do have to run.”

Pip suddenly looked at Zac and giggled.

“I know of a game we could play.
Come and run through my house quickly,
But we will let Bim see you on the way.”

“Your fur is a much lighter colour.

Bim would know it wasn’t me
And I’d let you out of the back door
So you could dash home free.”

“But Bim would think he was going mad
To see a mouse that wasn’t his Pip.
Oh please let’s do it, we’ll have some fun
And to my house is just a short trip.”

Zac giggled too, he said it sounded like fun.

So they turned around and headed for the house.
They waved to Sammy as they passed him.
He too was surprised to see another mouse.

When they got to the friendly house
Pip pushed Zac into Bim’s favourite place.
Bim opened his eyes, jumped to his feet,
Stopped and stared, surprise lighting his face.

But before Bim had time to be sure who was there
Zac followed Pip out of the door.
They giggled and giggled, then Zac had to go.
It was quite a long walk back to the store.

So Pip scampered back to his cosy house.

Oh, it was fun to be a busy little mouse
And he really liked living there with Bim and Spunky
And everyone in the friendly little house.

Spunky Visits Squawk and Fuzzy

Spunky had seen Jim off to school
And was laying lazily looking up at the sky.
It was a beautiful blue today
With big white clouds drifting by.

A flock of crows went flying past
Flopping their wings to say “Hi.”
Then one of them, Squawk, a good friend,
Turned around and landed nearby

“Hi Spunk”, he said, “are you going for a walk?
I’m going to fly, it’s such a lovely day.”
“Yes it is”, said Spunky, “I wish I could see
The clouds up close before they blow away.

“Well” said Squawk, “you don’t have to fly.

Look at Fuzzy Squirrel running up the tree.
He doesn’t have wings, no squirrel does,
But when he runs he gets almost as high as me.

“Hi Fuzz” called Squawk, looking up the tree.

“Come meet my friend Spunky down here.
He wants to know how to run like you do
So he can go up and see the clouds near.”

Fuzz came running down the tree
Swishing his tail around.
“Hi Spunky”, he said, “nice to meet you.
I often look down and see you on the ground.”

“I think I know what your problem is,
Why you can’t go running up a tree.
Your tail is much too big and not fuzzy enough.
That’s the difference between you and me.”

“Oh dear”, said Spunky, “I’m really disappointed.

I was hoping I could learn to run like you.”
“But wait” said Fuzz, “there is more to know.
There are special things just you can do.”

“When your Jim comes by your tail wags,
Something my tail can never do.
And when it wags very specially
It says to Jim “Spunky is a friend for you.”

“And that makes Jim very happy.

I look down and see him smile.
So Spunky don’t worry about getting to the clouds.
They are only there for a little while.”

“Now I must run back home.

I’ll wave when I get up the tree.
Now every time you wag your tail
I know you will think of me.”

So Spunky watched Fuzz run and of course
Wagged his tail to show they were friends.
He thought it was rather nice to know
Of the happiness his wagging sends.

He looked up at the pretty white clouds
That were beginning to fade away.
Fuzz was right he thought
When he said they would not stay.

So now it was nearly lunch time.

He should run home to the friendly house
Where after lunch he could have a little nap.
And – oh yes! – go look for the hard to find squeaky little mouse.

About the Author

Audrey, known to me simply as Mom was a good mother. Now I know everybody is supposed to say that but she really was. She, like my father, was an honest high integrity person.

She worked hard, being the bread winner, and provided for the family but beyond that she enjoyed giving. She liked to cook and made us jam and cookies and I think she even liked it when we stole cookies out of the freezer that we weren’t supposed to touch. She loved the family experience of Christmas and any family events. We had several foster children over the years and it meant a lot to her to help those who had less than us.

She enjoyed playing Cribbage and Bezique.

She read a lot, often knitting while she read. Or she would knit while watching TV. She liked British television series, whodunits and loved Perry Mason.

She has also written her memoirs, A War Bride’s Memoirs, which are available as an eBook and in print. They are available here. For the print version click the link under “Where to buy in print”, then search for Audrey Brown.

- Roger

Books by Roger Brown

I have five books finished at this time. They are:


The Truth Seeker’s Handbook has been published in print and as an eBook. I kept journals for over 20 years, writing almost every day. Much of the philosophy, the struggles leading to learning and the attitudes that helped me get through life appears in this book. It has a section dealing with major life themes, one about our relationship to the Earth, one retelling stories of serendipity, and finally a section of reminders to help along the way.

Excerpt from The Truth Seeker’s Handbook:

Delight in truth at all costs. We really must accept everything we experience. Simply say, yes, this is happening to me. We tend to avoid and repress and choose against less pleasant feelings. What a rip-off! They offer powerful information as to what is going on; information as to the reason why we don’t at the moment have pleasant feelings. The desirable feelings validate flow and rightness. The unpleasant ones are the ones needing the most attention.


Heading Out is poetry and prose and has been published in print and as an eBook. Cryptic and cosmic might be good words to describe these writings; word adventures. Poetry is an individual thing and I can’t say for sure you will like them, but look for it and check out the free eBook sample.

A short poem from Heading Out:

Popsicle process brings freedom … in heat.

What was ice yields a watery treat.

When we allow ourselves to have what we need

That water fertilizes and brings life to our seed.


Encounters is about encounters with women in my life that were romantic and sometimes intimate but does not include the girlfriends or lovers of duration. It is all journal entries in real time; usually my initial feelings, the encounter evolving, and finally myself seeking resolution and completion for myself and hopefully us. These encounters took place mostly during my 20’s and 30’s and are very gutsy and emotional. I have been a very emotional person and it may surprise some people to read a man’s feelings essentially unedited.

Excerpt from Encounters:

I approached her during a thunderstorm downpour on the main sunning deck (at Harbin Hot Springs). I was attracted to her and felt an immediate thrill from and affection for her. I wanted her. I spent some time with her and got to know her a little. I slept next to her on the sleeping deck. She let me know she needed space. She removed my hand gently from her body, but didn’t let go. She held my hand a few moments more. What a beautiful softening of the space between us that she required. I was hurt and felt rejected, although I appreciated her communication and integrity. I cried. Strange sleep. Dreams. I felt again defeated but fought it, hung in there.


Incontrovertible Truths and Wisdom may still need some finishing touches but the eBook should appear soon. This is a compilation of most of the journal entries which didn’t appear in any of my other books, but that I felt needed to see the light of day. I organized them into such categories as Cosmic, Philosophy and Attitude, Love, Society, and several more.

Excerpt from Incontrovertible Truths and Wisdom:

I heard Earth Angel on the radio today and thought about the American Dream and its surfacing in the 50’s and the dreamy songs reflecting it. I was overwhelmed with a rush of rightness. Sure it is distorted. Sure its means are destructive. But the dream – to have comfort and ease and the time and space to relax and expand, time to create, to have comfortable homes is fine. It sparked a spiritual movement which unfortunately was complicated by an awesome opportunity to be corrupted by material and sensory numbing diversions. But the dream itself, it’s not only the American Dream but a soul’s dream. To mellow a life in a body. To find harmony. I’m all for it.


Space Hobos Tilling the Earth . Finally, during my 20+ years of journal writing I wrote down a ton of dreams. They filled an 800 page MS Word document. I trimmed it down to the most interesting; cosmic, bizarre, revealing. I probably won’t publish this in print unless there is a demand for it, but see no reason not to publish it as an eBook. It needs some more work and will be a while. It is named after a dream’s revelation of what we are all doing down here.

The title dream:

I dreamt there was a really exotic expensive neighborhood and somehow it burned. An old lady commandeered a bulldozer and ran amok, smashing things and eventually getting stuck in several feet of mud. Then I was computer selecting parts of the neighborhood to repair or modify them. The most memorable dream-like event of the night was that I awoke once with this phrase sounding in my head: Space hobos tilling the Earth.


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The Adventures of Spunky, Bim, and Pip

Audrey Brown, my mother, was born in London in 1920, met my father in the war and came to live in Washington State, where we, along with brother Doug, lived. Later in life Audrey wrote down her memoirs, which has been published (A War Bride's Memoirs) as an eBook and in print. And among some other writings of hers is this collection of children’s poems. These poems are very simple, probably suited for being read to small children. They portray a simple happy life in and around a home in the country. I would like to see this printed someday but for this to appear in print it needs pictures; cute pictures of the animals and their world. If you are the person to make this happen, contact me.

  • ISBN: 9781311069245
  • Author: Roger Golden Brown
  • Published: 2015-11-25 08:40:09
  • Words: 6107
The Adventures of Spunky, Bim, and Pip The Adventures of Spunky, Bim, and Pip