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Thor’s Stories: Leprechauns

There are eight different stories in this series about the ingenuity and adventures of a boy named Thor.  If you are looking for a few tales about Leprechauns to share on St. Patrick’s day,   Leprechauns tend to run amok in five of these stories.

Below are links to all of Thor’s adventures and a brief description of the story line.
I hope you and your children enjoy Thor’s Stories.

Morton the Squirrel and the Great Chicken Race.  Thor and Morton begin their battle for supremacy of the backyard when the rascally squirrel goes after the boy’s chickens.

Morton the Squirrel and the Mighty Explosion.  Grandpa Walter saves Thor from an overwhelming squirrel attack.

Thor and Grandpa Walter Find Blueberries and Bigfoot.  Thor and Grandpa Walter find more than just blueberries in the woods on Minnesota’s North Shore.

Thor and the Rooster Pirate King. This story tells about how leprechauns came to own the magic feather they keep in their hats.

The Midnight Dinosaur Rhubarb Rampage. Do your children know how to write in secret leprechaun code?  Thor will show you how in this tale of ingenuity and backyard mayhem.

The Dog with Magical Eyes.  Leprechauns sometimes can be just plain handy, especially when your dog is suffering from magical eyes.

Thor and the Troll Toll.  The King of the Leprechauns has no tolerance for bullies, especially troll ones.

Thor Saves Christmas.  Thor and the leprechauns come to the rescue when Santa’s elves all come down with Blue Snot Flu, 

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Thor’s Stories: Thor and the Troll Toll

This is the next story in the saga of young Thor that I wrote two summers ago for my Grandson while I was in the midst of my cancer battle and awaiting remission and a stem cell transplant

In this story Thor learns about the power of love when he has to save his precious hens from a terrible old troll who oozes orange slime.

I have also included the recipe to make Metamucil’s slimy orange flubber.

I hope you enjoy Thor and the Troll Toll!

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It all began with a splat against his bedroom window pane. The splat was Morton the Squirrel, Thor’s arch enemy. The squirrel was stuck to the window with gooey orange slime. Orange-slimed squirrels in the backyard known as “the jungle” could only mean one thing a garden troll was loose and oozing.

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Thor quickly ran to the window to take stock of the situation. What greeted his eyes was the face of Ned the one-horned troll drooling and dripping with orange spittle. This troll had eyes as black as midnight, a long nose and chin with hair growing out of his ears.  His ears deserve a special mention due to the fact that the big hairy things hung so low that they rested on his shoulders. The troll used to have two curly horns, but one was broken right off and so now he only had a lefty.

Normally, the leprechauns took care of Ned. They…

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Thor’s Stories: Thor and the Rooster Pirate King

Here is another Thor story that I wrote for my grandson, summer before last when I was going through chemotherapy and facing a stem cell transplant. I have cleaned up the typos I did not catch in the original copy. This story is about a mean rooster and good overcoming evil.

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Thor and the Rooster Pirate King

Thor had just finished hooking up his video game controllers to play some Minecraft when he heard a sound that would send shivers down the spine of any suburban chicken raising human. He heard a rooster crowing in his backyard…known as the jungle.

This was no ordinary get out of your bed you lazy bones and meet the new day type of crowing.  It was a hale and hearty shiver me timbers type of yahoo that could only have been beak bugled by the great rooster pirate king–Red Beard.

The legend of the great rooster pirate king was quite well known to Thor. Stories about this foul fowl bully’s selfishness, meanness, dishonesty and stop at nothing quest for treasure had been told and retold around many a family’s camp fire.

As the legend was told, once you had seen the great rooster pirate king you would never forget him. Red Beard was easily recognized…

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Thor’s Stories: Thor and Grandpa Walter Find BlueBerries and Bigfoot

I encourage everyone to set aside time this summer to visit Minnesota’s beautiful north shore along Lake Superior, and remember whenever hiking with young children bring along water, a compass, flashlight and teach the youngsters to blow loudly on a whistle if they ever need help in the woods. I hope you enjoy Thor’s camping adventure!

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Grandpa Walter was Thor’s favorite grandparent, because they were so much alike. They looked alike. They liked to be quiet alike. They were tall alike. They loved animals and camping alike. So each summer Grandpa Walter would load up the car with sleeping bags, tents, coolers, cookies and pop, pick Thor and his dad up and off to the north shore of Lake Superior they’d go to camp.

It was long trip in the car and took several hours. So they would eat cookies, drink pop and listen to Halloween disco songs on the car stereo. Their favorite song was the “Monster Mash.” Grandpa loved that song and would car dance to the tune as his cruised north on the freeway. Of course, grandpa’s car dancing routine consisted solely of just bobbing his head up and down, but Thor loved it.

Thor had looked forward to this camping trip for months, because this year he was…

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Thor’s Stories: The Midnight Dinosaur Rhubarb Rampage

The Midnight Dinosaur Rhubarb Rampage, is the third story that I wrote for my grandson about Thor the adventurous boy. I hope you enjoy this story about a dinosaur who learns not to steal.

I wrote these stories two years ago when I was very sick and crippled during my fight with Multiple Myeloma cancer. I could only sit up for less than a half hour at a time due to the pain from the fractures in my spine. After reading the blog it is clear to me that I will need to edit the rest of the stories as there are some rough spots, but when I think of how I wrote them that summer so that my grandson would have something to remember me by, should I die from either the cancer or the stem cell transplant…I guess some typos aren’t the worst thing in life. I plan to edit all of them and reblog them when finished.

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It was a bright and sunny June Minnesota morning. The kind where the air is heavy and filled with the hum of mosquitoes, biting nats and deer flies. Thor had just decided sit down in his nice insect-free, air-conditioned home to play some Minecraft video gaming. As he prepared some snacks, he filled his glass with water from the facet in front of the kitchen window.

Looking out the kitchen’s window into his backyard, more commonly known as–the jungle, Thor sensed that something was wrong, very wrong indeed. A cold ghostly shiver of dread passed through him just like when Grandpa Walter asks him to pull his finger.

Getting out his binoculars, Thor scanned the jungle to look for irregularities. Rex, Thor’s trusty dog, was tied up by his dog house, lying in a muddy puddle and licking his butt…inspection passed. The chickens were eating corn on the cob in the chicken coop…inspection passed. Then, he saw…

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Thor’s Stories: The Dog With Magical Eyes

I hope you enjoy this children’s story about a boy and his dog with magical eyes. When I wrote this series of stories for my grandson, I was in the midst of a multi-year cancer battle. I wanted to demonstrate how easy it is for a child to have great imaginary adventures using just their minds and everyday items. Creative play is so important and too few children in this over-scheduled society of ours get to experience its freedom. Being able to self create an imaginary world that is safe, fun and happy can be a great stress reducer for both children and cancer-stricken grandmothers…just saying.

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It was a hot and humid August day in Minnesota. One where even the mosquitoes rest under the shade of great oak trees drinking lemonade and fanning themselves just to keep cool. It was the kind of day to play indoors to escape the high heat and humidity.

Thor was doing just that.  He was nice and cool inside his air conditioned home playing Minecraft when he was distracted from his video gaming by the sight of Rex, his dog jumping against the dining room window.

Rex was an unusual dog for many reasons, one of which was he had one eye of brown and one eye of blue. This made his eyes goofy to look at most of the time, but this morning was especially special for he was wearing sunglasses and Thor knew from past experience just what that meant.

“Great” shouted Thor, “It’s happened again!” Thor put the video controller…

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Thor’s Stories: Morton the Squirrel and the Great Chicken Race.

I was looking back over my blog today, and stopped to read the first story I wrote for my grandson about Thor the adventurous boy. I wrote these stories two years ago when I was very sick and crippled during my fight with Multiple Myeloma cancer. I could only sit up for less than a half hour at a time due to the pain from the fractures in my spine. After reading the blog it is clear to me that I will need to edit the rest of the stories as there are some rough spots, but when I think of how I wrote them that summer so that my grandson would have something to remember me by, should I die from either the cancer or the stem cell transplant…I guess some typos aren’t the worst thing in life. I plan to edit all of them and reblog them when finished. I hope you enjoy, “Morton the Squirrel.”

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Author’s note:
This series of children’s stories are about an eight-year-old boy named Thor.  Thor’s backyard is his jungle and contains a  tree fort, a large dense undergrowth of plants the humans call a garden, two ferocious cats, a dog with magical eyes who thinks he’s an attack wolf, and six chickens…two with bad attitudes.  Each day Thor enters this primeval wild world and with ordinary household products and quick thinking saves his pets and family from their jungle adversaries. 

Morton the Squirrel and the Great Chicken Race

It was a warm Tuesday afternoon, when Thor becomes distracted from his Minecraft video game by a loud noise his backyard. Tossing down his controller, he raced to the bathroom window for a good look into his backyard…known as the jungle. He carefully scans heavy underbrush and trees with his trusty binoculars. He first checks out the tree fort…it passes inspection. Then, he checks on Rex his dog…

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