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UnChained and UnLeashed
With over 150K Followers Throughout Social Media
Elizabeth and The Savages UnChained
Are Becoming
UNSTOPPABLE…
Four Amazing Stories Told By:
ELIZABETH JAMES
SAGER JANE
MR. WIENIE

Secrets, leprechauns, sugar-plum dust, and legends. Short stories from our family to yours. Family, growing pains, laughter, drama, travel, intrigue, and revenge never have been so much fun.

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Publié par	AuthorHouse
Date de parution	06 juin 2023
Nombre de lectures	2
EAN13	9798823005647
Langue	English
Poids de l'ouvrage	2 Mo

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Also By Wendy J. Hatf ield
Beyond The Cedar G ate
Elizabeth and The Savages UnCha ined

Also By Cendy J. Hatf ield
CHEDDERVILLE T AILS
THE LEGEND OF LIMBERGER FOREST
NOVELETTES From Elizabeth and The Savages UnChained

WENDY J. HATFIELD
CENDY J. HATFIELD

EDITED BY: GOLDIE CARLON

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Published by AuthorHouse 06/02/2023

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Library of Congress Control Number: 2023906543

A few lines from the poem, “The Last Rose of Summer”, written by Thomas Moore is featured on this book.
Moore, Thomas. “The Last Rose of Summer” 1805. American Literature. https://americanliterature.com/author/thomas-moore/poem/the-last-rose-of-summer

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Contents
Deep Dark Sec rets
Writte n By:
Wendy J. Hatf ield
Cendy J. Hatf ield
Prologue
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Buckles O’L eary
Writte n By:
Wendy J. Hatf ield
Cendy J. Hatf ield
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Dance of The Sugar Plum Wi enie
Writte n By:
Cendy J. Hatf ield
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Albert and The Glass Figu rine
Writte n By:
Wendy J. Hatf ield
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3

Brave are those who are sure of defeat,
yet they do not leave the field.
-Unknown

Deep Dark Secrets
Writte n By:
Wendy J. Hatf ield
Cendy J. Hatf ield
Prologue
I have a story to tell you, and it’s not for the faint of heart. It’s a story of jealousy, deception, and deep dark secrets. A story like mine should never be spoken of when any one puppy is alone and never ever in the dark. But, before we begin, I should tell you about me and my siblings.
I was 6 months old, just a puppy and the newest member of my family, and my new sister Sager Jane was not happy about it at all. Then there is my brother Mr. Wienie; what can I say about him. Just listen to my story, and then you can decide.
Let me start with Sager. She takes forever when she eats because my sister eats one bite at a time. She seems to think that if she eats one bite at a time, chewing every bite ten times, she will stay thin, but hello, she’s chunky. Oops! Please don’t tell Sager I said that.
Then there’s my brother; he never takes very long to eat. Sometimes when Mr. Wienie teases me too much, I like to call him Mr. Piglet under my breath because he eats super-fast. When he’s finished eating, he gets what Grandma calls the wind from not chewing his food very well. Grandma tells my brother the wind is his superpower! I’m not sure how something so smelly is a superpower, but it must be because Grandma says so! I think we should just call him Mr. Stinky Bottom, but don’t tell my brother I say that.
I was still trying to get to know my family better because I could tell they weren’t sure if they liked me yet. Mr. Wienie would play with me, but only if Sager was asleep. I knew Sager was upset because she wasn’t the baby anymore; I was, and she made it known. Sager treated me like an outsider and never let me play with her when she was playing until that one morning in the yard when Sager said I was about to meet my destiny.

Chapter 1

T hat morning we raced through the house to the front door, where we lined up, waiting for the door to be opened. Racing out to the grass, I heard Mommy say, “There goes my herd of rabid savages.” Then she went back into the house, laughing as she went. We ran to Grandma’s dogwood tree in the yard. I love it there; the tree has pretty little pink flowers. I think all the birds must think so too. They like to hang out on a small box with a hole in it stuck on a branch in the tree. Sager calls it the giving tree. I’m not sure yet what it gives, but I bet it must be something special. Maybe it’s because mommy gives it birdseed and corn every day.
It w as terrific when we all lept from the porch, and there was still dew in the grass. I could feel the warmth from the early morning sun on my back, and the urge to take the lead was almost too much to hold back, but I held back anyway. I was so excited that I couldn’t stand myself; because during breakfast that day, Mr. Wienie told me they would show me a secret in the yard.
They had finally invited me to play. Sager said I could very well meet my destiny this morning. I didn’t know what a destiny was or what secrets are, but I’m just happy Sager wants me to join in the fun. I felt hopeful that maybe this day was the day I would be part of the family instead of the one who took Sager’s spot as the baby.
A short couple of bounds later, we stood under the tree. Sager picked up a stick, laid down, and started chewing on it as I watched Mr. Wienie running around the tree’s trunk, nosing the ground. I waited impatiently for my brother to tell me the secret.
Scanning the yard, wondering where my destiny was, I locked eyes with Sager. I hadn’t realized she was staring at me; it made me feel nervous. She lay there chewing at the bark of the stick, staring at me. I could tell she was sizing me up like she always does. She asked me, “Do you know what a secret is, Elizabeth?” Before I could answer her, she asked me another question, “Elizabeth, did you know that rabbits keep secrets?”
Mr. Wienie continued to nose the ground, pausing every so often to glance around the yard while Sager questioned me. Sager’s eyes became huge as she barked, “Deep dark secrets, Elizabeth.”
Mr. Wienie lifted his head and said, “Yes, deep dark secrets. Rabbits keep them.”
I thought, oh my gosh, deep dark secrets. Would mommy approve of these secrets? My mind raced as I thought, am I ready for this?
Sager looked at Mr. Wienie and stated, “I bet Elizabeth can’t even keep a secret.”
Sager had asked so many questions at one time she had not given me a chance to answer, and before I could stop myself, I barked back at her, “I can too! I can keep a secret! Tell me what a secret is, then I can keep it!” Sager looked at me and asked, “Do you know how hard it is to get a rabbit to give up its secrets?”
Mr. Wienie interrupted, telling Sager, “We need to tell Elizabeth about the secrets of the rabbits before we show her. She needs to understand that rabbits have secrets, deep dark secrets.” Sniffing the air, he said, “Listen.” Then turning his head, pointing with his nose, he whispered, “Look, it’s the rabbit; he is across the yard over there. Be still, or he will run away.”
Sager patted the ground; she wanted me to lay down beside her so Mr. Wienie could tell me about the rabbits and the kind of secrets they kept. A shiver of excitement went through me. I was going to find out what rabbits were and how to get them to give up their secrets.
As though pausing for dramatic effect, Mr. Wienie lowered his voice, saying, “Long ago in this very yard on a morning much like this one, Sager and I went on walkabout, and a stone rabbit appeared out of nowhere.” Mr. Wienie lowered his voice to just above a whisper, pointed, and said, “The very one that is standing in our yard right now. Elizabeth, that one. That rabbit stood so still and quiet. Sager and I think that’s why he turned to stone.”
Gasping, I dared to look in the direction that my brother pointed. How many times had I been past this rabbit? I never really paid attention to that part of the yard before. Mr. Wienie looked over his shoulder; when he looked back, his eyes became more serious. He moved closer in the grass, right in front of us, and again barely above a whisper, he said, “Late at night, you can hear the sounds of the rabbit gnawing on his food.”
Sager stood up and gnawed viciously at the stick she had been chewing on. She was pretending to be the rabbit gnawing on its food. Suddenly she stopped; her eyes were big, pretending to pull on something heavy. She said, “Wienie, don’t forget, you can hear the rabbit’s feet on the walkway late at night while he drags that heavy bucket.” She looked right into my eyes, and I felt terrified; I was afraid of what I would hear Mr. Wienie say next. I was young and gullible back then.
Mr. Wienie continued, “The rabbit is as quiet as the wind, and he can move within the shadows of the full noonday.”
“Elizabeth, the secrets are in the bucket!” Sager said, laying back down beside me. “But wait,” she added, “that’s not all that is in the bucket Elizabeth.”
I knew my eyes were huge, but I couldn’t help it and tried not to sound afraid when I asked my sister what else was in the bucket. That’s when Sager held up her paw, sounding worried, and said, “Mom will be mad if we scare her, Wienie. Elizabeth is too much of a puppy to hear the rest of the story.”
I shook my head no and told Sager I wasn’t afraid. I wanted them to accept me and treat me like their sister. Sager looked at Mr. Wienie and said, “Elizabeth must take the oath before we go any farther. She has seen too m