Frieda is Fooled

Liesel slipped into the kitchen to get what she needed for the tea party.  Her sister was already in the garden, setting the table in the playhouse.  Liesel poured some of the lemonade into smaller pitcher.  Then, she grabbed the little box of cookies from the bakery.  She lifted the pitcher in her other hand and headed to the back door.  There, she froze.  She looked at the box of cookies in one hand and the pitcher of lemonade in the other.  Then, she looked at the back door.

“Do you need help?”

Glancing over her shoulder, Liesel grinned up at her eldest brother.  “Could you hold the door for me, Konrad?” she asked, smiling brightly.

Konrad chuckled and pushed the door opened.  As she followed him out onto the patio, he held the door opened for her.  “Do you want to join our tea party?” she offered.

Chuckling, Konrad shook his head.  “If I want lemonade and cookies, there’s some in the kitchen,” he said, as he moved back inside.  “I don’t need to worry about gloves and hat, thank you.”

“Thank you, Brother,” Liesel called, as she hurried off the patio.  Frieda had arranged a small table near their playhouse.  They were outside today, to enjoy the sunshine.  As Liesel drew near the playhouse, their squirrel chittered and screamed at her, warning her away.  She was tempted to mimic the little beast, but Opa said that upset the neighbors.  Instead, she looked up into the branches, searching him out.  He was perched at the end of a branch, shaking his long bushy tail.

“This is our playhouse, Mr. Squirrel,” she called back.  Then, Liesel set the box of cookies and pitcher of lemonade on the table before she went into the playhouse.

“Hey, Liesel,” Frieda said.  She was wearing a teal blue sweater over her sundress.  She was also wearing a wide-brimmed hat and holding a pair of gloves.  “Did you get everything we needed?”

“Yes,” Liesel said.  She grabbed her own sunhat and settled it in place.  Then, she tugged on a pair of gloves and they headed out to the table.  Liesel frowned when she saw that the box was opened.  “Oh, no,” she said, hurrying over to look inside.  She was afraid that she would see the squirrel stuffing its face, but all she saw were cookies.

Frieda peered around her sister’s shoulder.  “One of the chocolate cake cookies is missing,” she said, frowning.  She looked at Liesel and crossed her arms over her chest.  “Did you snitch a cookie, Liesel?”

Liesel shook her head and frowned.  The squirrel might have gotten into the box and left it opened, but no squirrel would take just one cookie.  She looked up towards the tree.  The squirrel was still perched in the same spot, chattering and flicking its tail.  It gave no indication of having eaten anything.  Looking back at Frieda, she said, “Maybe it was Johannes… or Markus.”

“Markus is with Uncle Andrew and Zack,” Frieda said, shaking her head.  She shrugged and then sat down at the table.  “If it was Hansel, he’ll come back for some lemonade.”