Because this Amish B&B was meant for Englisher guests (that was what the Amish people called everyone else who wasn’t Amish), the kitchen had one plug in. ONE. And when George found it, he was delighted, because he and Amelia were very hungry, and they just didn’t have the strength in them to tackle the wood stove that evening.
George unpacked the waffle maker, and he set to work making a simple meal that would hit the spot.
“George, that is a great idea,” Amelia said, typing away on her laptop computer. “I’m starving, and I still have a bit more editing to do on this manuscript for Patricia.”
Thankfully, Amelia’s job as editor for Amish romance writer Patricia Johns hadn’t missed a beat.
But when George opened the waffle maker for his first, toasty, golden waffles, he found that he was a popular frog. The cats and the dog had all gathered around, and so had Ronnie the rooster.
“Oh, Ronnie!” Amelia said. “How did you get in?”
They honestly didn’t know! All the windows and doors seemed to be shut, but there he was, looking hopefully up at George just like the other pets.
“Poor guy,” George said. “He is rather lonely, isn’t he? What if we let him stay in just for a bit?”
“Just for a little bit,” Amelia agreed. “But we can’t let him get too comfortable.”
Those were going to be their famous last words on the matter, George could just feel it!
Keeping that big house clean was turning into a big job. Back when they used to live in a small town in Canada, Amelia used to watch a little TV, or go for a walk when she took a break from editing for Patricia. But now, Amelia had a list as long as her leg of things that needed doing!
When Amelia was upstairs sweeping, there was a knock on the door, and Amelia rushed down to open it.
Outside was an Amish frog wearing a dress much like Amelia’s and a white kapp on her head. She held a big basket of muffins, another bag at her side, and had a smile on her face.
“Willkumm to the area,” the frog said. “My name is Mary Lapp. I’m Mose’s wife.”
“Oh, it’s delightful to meet you!” Amelia said. “Come in, come in.”
Mary came inside, and Amelia looked around bashfully.
“It’s a little messy,” Amelia apologized. “I’m still getting used to things.”
“Oh, that’s nothing to worry over,” Mary said. “I came to lend you hand, if you’d like the help.”
“Really?” Amelia gasped.
“Yah. For sure and for certain,” Mary replied. “Now, I have a feeling you don’t know much about that wood stove.”
“Not a lot…” Amelia admitted.
“Have a muffin to fortify you,” Mary said. “And let’s get that stove stoked up. I have a chicken here, and I happen to know that your root cellar has potatoes and carrots. Let’s get dinner started.”
Amelia was so happy that she almost hugged Mary, but she was afraid of scaring her off. Instead she grabbed a notepad and a pen to take notes. She was going to have to conquer this stove!
The next day, Amelia stoked up the stove and made porridge for her family for breakfast. Mary’s help learning to use the stove made everything easier. It wasn’t really so difficult after all.
That morning, George came back with a half bucket full of milk, so they had milk for their porridge as well, and they were feeling very successful as frogs in Amish Country.
So after breakfast dishes were cleared away, and after George had gone out to do some chores, Amelia took Brigette out to the barn to meet the animals.
“George?” Amelia called, looking around the barn. It smelled like hay and had that tang of manure.
George wasn’t in the barn, but Bessie the cow was, and so was her calf Mikey.
“Look, Brigette,” Amelia said. “It’s our cow and her baby!”
Bessie mooed at them, and Mikey poked his head out from around his mother.
“Hello, Bessie,” Amelia said respectfully, because a mother cow was not to be trifled with.
Bessie looked soberly at Brigette, and then at Amelia. They might be different animals but Amelia felt an understanding between them. They were both mothers.
So Amelia sat down and Bessie continued to chew her cud. Mikey poked a wet nose at Brigette, and for a few minutes, they all enjoyed each other’s company.
“I love it here,” Amelia said to no one in particular.
This really was a lovely place to live.
I hope you enjoy these fun little Amish stories. If you enjoy the Amish culture, check out my books! I have a feeling you’ll enjoy them. They don’t feature frogs, but they do feature Amish heroes and heroines falling in love and dealing with the challenges life throws their way.
Happy reading!
❤
Patricia Johns 
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