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Original Story and Illustration by Robert Brambeer:
During the night, frost had climbed up her window. Now looking out at the pale light of morning, Charlotte was greeted by crystalline flowers. Even though her grandma had turned up the radiator, she was a bit chilly and so she pulled the heavy quilt up over her head. She closed her eyes and listened to the creaking of the old house, the sparrows squawking in the birch tree in the yard, and her little brother snoring in the bed next to her.
A quiet knock came at the door. It was her grandpa. When he came in, Charlotte could see a look of excitement in his eyes. He said, “Get dressed, there’s something you should see.” In an instant she was fumbling with her jeans, pulling up her socks and buttoning her coat. She followed her grandpa outside into the early springtime air. The steam of her warm breath billowed past her face. They walked down the path from the driveway to the little brook. From here they had a view of her grandma’s blueberry patch, glistening in the first rays of the sun coming over the hill.
Grandpa put a finger to his lips and motioned for them to sit down and wait. A few moments later, CharIotte noticed a small doe traipsing silently through the rows of bushes, nibbling blueberries! She wasn’t sure whether to be overjoyed at seeing the graceful creature or alarmed that it was eating their precious berries. Her grandfather chuckled when he saw her expression, “Don’t worry, there’s plenty for everyone,” he whispered. Suddenly the doe looked up and darted away in high arching leaps.
“Now it’s our turn,” grandpa said, pulling out a bag from his coat pocket. Charlotte understood why the deer was so tempted. The blueberries were bursting with juice and sweetness. Before they returned to the house, her lips and fingers were dark purple. Grandpa joked that she had eaten as many as she had picked.
Her grandma took the blueberries into her soft hands and ran them under clean, cold water. She nodded in satisfaction and raised an eyebrow. “These will do just fine for muffins,” she said. “I’m just glad the deer are leaving our berries alone this year!” Grandpa and Charlotte exchanged a secret smile and waited anxiously for breakfast.
– Story and illustration by Robert Brambeer