Mr. Ulf Frey

Oh, my dears. It’s been a long week. And it is Friday night. The sky is dark, the moon is traveling past the stars, and much of the world is readying for bed. Curl up and listen to the tales I weave, until your eyes grow heavy and you slip into slumber, ready for the Dream Maker.

It was pouring rain one evening near The Cheviot in Northumberland National Park. The Pinderhughs were camping – their annual holiday trip – and were playing a rousing game of Yahtzee when they heard a boisterous sneeze from outside their tent. Allistair, being 17 and brave, took a peak outside the door. Nothing but rustling brush and torrents of rain. So the Pinderhughs continued their game night and slept soundly while the wind and rain battered their tent and thundered across the fields.

Morning came and The Cheviot area was resplendent with chirping birds and drops dripping from leaves. Hugh Pinderhugh stepped outside the tent and stretched, his main goal being to light a fire, get the coffee heated up and have a few moments of solitude (always difficult during a camping holiday).

What he found was Mr. Ulf Frey staring forlornly at him. Completely soaking wet and clearly in need of a strong cup of coffee himself, Ulf watched Hugh warily. Hugh Pinderhugh is significantly over 6 feet tall, and Ulf is uncomfortable around tall individuals. But Hugh didn’t know this. He just stared warily at Ulf, because he is uncomfortable around strange monsters.

The two stared warily at each other until Pen Pinderhugh appeared at the tent door. She took one look at her husband and reached into her pocket. She pulled out a peanut butter cookie and handed it to Ulf, who shook the rain drops from his mustache and slipped the treat delicately from Pen’s hand. Being that Pen is a mere 5 feet tall, Ulf took an immediate shine to her (the cookie didn’t hurt) and let her towel him dry. He also let her give him more cookies.

Ulf likes to have his mustache smoothed and his super-soft suede ears rubbed. As long as you’re not tall. It’s the tall people that make him unnerved.

Whether you’re a Hugh Pinderhugh or an Ulf Frey, give each other a chance. And never say no to a cookie.

Sleep tight, my pets. Dream Deep.

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