The wind blew and blew.  Marley was all tucked in for the night as her house swayed in the extra strong breeze.  There was a monsoon on the east coast that was sending tropical airwaves across the countryside.  She wasn’t sure if her hut could withstand this kind of pressure.  She remembered her mother reading her the story of the “Three Little Pigs” when she was a child and now wished she had made her house of stone.

 

She decided she must spend the night on the more solid ground.  She packed up her knapsack and fled to the tattered shelter that was leaping distance from her home. Stormy and Donald were already at the shelter when she arrived.  They were all tucked in for the night and welcomed her with open paws. 

 

“Everything will be fine,” she told herself as she settled in for the night.

 

Morning came and the gushing winds had stopped.  She ventured out to see if there was anything left of her homestead.  Thankfully the foundation was still there and parts of the walls.  The rest lay on the ground in a heap under the old birch tree. “I think I can work with this,” she thought as she studied the debris.

 

She had started in, carrying her leaves and twigs back up, when she heard a “Yoo-hoo” from below.

 

“Who could that be”?

 

“Excuse me, young lady, my name is Candi.  I noticed you had some damage last night in the hurricane-like weather. Could I be of any help to you this morning while you reconstruct your village?” The striped figure called out.

 

“Why hello Candi, My name is Marley and your kindness is overwhelmingly delightful. I would be ever grateful for your helping hand this morning”, Marley called back.

 

The variegated mare was so very efficient, and a hard worker indeed.  With the help of Candi Striper, the two managed to get things in working order by lunchtime.