*Every Thursday we introduce you to another quick bedtime story about our family’s favorite resident reptile – Baby Frederico. His backstory can be found here. Enjoy!
Baby Frederico loves his Momma Mia and Papá Frita, his buddy Grenelda the Grasshopper, blue crayons, popcorn and…old metal windmills! Here is his story:
Baby Frederico woke up to the sounds of the wind. It had never blown quite so loud or quite as fierce at home as it did out here on the wide open plains of his family’s ancient farm. His grandfather Frederico had been born nearby, in what was now a mysterious overgrown hollow in the far north fields of the land, and that was where Baby Frederico intended to go today. He knew one thing about this wonderfully hidden place that few people outside of his immediate family knew or even cared about – it was going to bring him what he loved more than anything else in the world…adventure!
Baby Frederico was up and ready in no time. His Mamma had prepared a snack sack with breakfast and lunch for him, and his Papa had prepared the family’s famous adventure back pack – an old green backpack lined in red and covered in fabric patches that nearly held the entire thing together by a thread – with the kind of things a Baby Frederico would need for such an adventure: a compass to find his way to and from the site, a flashlight just in case he found the old cellar, extra batteries, empty plastic containers for storing treasure, one walkie-talkie (his Papa kept the other one) just to check in with his parents throughout the day, and paper and pencil for making notes and drawings.
As he left the familiar surroundings of the homeplace and his family, he looked off into the distance and caught just a glimpse of a burst of light as the sun bounced off the rusted metal blades of the century-old windmill that awaited him. It was the one landmark that still rose high above the farm and always seemed to invite him to come for a visit. He couldn’t resist it anymore, and he was on his way.
Baby Frederico had no idea that a storm was brewing far to the north in the borderlands, and that it would sweep across the path of his adventure before the day was over. It would also bring with it an experience of which he could have only dreamed.
P.S. Parents, if you are reading this story to your kids and they have an idea for what might happen next, I would love to hear about it in the comments below!