George was very excited to go for a motorcycle ride with Bryce Horton. Bryce had the most wonderful motorbike that a frog could ever imagine. It was shiny with chrome, and it growled like a beast when Bryce pushed the gas.
So off they went for a ride. Bryce went faster and faster, and everything was just exhilarating until they hit a bump, and Bryce hadn’t anticipated how very light a frog is. George went flying over Bryce’s head and landed in a pile of brambles.
George did his very best to be brave, but his leg hurt him dreadfully, and Bryce felt just terrible. So the big biker gathered poor George up in his arms, and he pulled out his cell phone and called 911.
Six hours later, George was back home again with his leg in a cast and a hospital provided crutch to help him hobble around.
Bryce wrung his hands and shook his head.
“Amelia, I’m so very sorry!” Bryce said. “I didn’t mean to. I should have realized… I feel terrible!”
Amelia was beside herself with worry, and she did her best to make George comfortable.
“Is there anything I can do?” Bryce pleaded. “Anything at all?”
“I could really use a hand with the chores,” George said. “I know that’s not exactly a vacation, and–“”
“Done!” Bryce boomed. “I will stay until you are recovered!”
That wasn’t quite what George wanted, but he had no way to politely refuse. So he just said thank you.
With their guest, Bryce Horton, staying longer to help George with his chores, George decided to take Bryce around the farm and show him the ropes. With Bryce being so big and burly, some of the chores that were harder for George would be easy for Bryce.
George showed Bryce how to fill the feeder with hay in the field, and while Bryce was doing that, talking loudly and boisterously with the cattle, George went into the barn to try and muck out a stall.
That was a bad idea.
All it took was his crutch landing in something wet and slippery, and down George went, flat on his back. The wind was knocked out of him, and his leg hurt terribly. But when he opened his eyes, there was Ronnie the rooster staring down at him.
“Hello, Ronnie,” George moaned. “I seem to have fallen.”
Ronnie leaned down and gently pecked at George’s face. George tried to get up, but with his cast and the pain, he wasn’t having any luck. And then Ronnie did the rudest thing–he waddled away. All the way out of the barn, and his hen-wife Lucy waddled after him!
Lucy couldn’t be blamed. She always followed Ronnie around. But Ronnie sure could be blamed! They were supposed to be pals!
And then a moment later, Ronnie came waddling back, followed by Lucy, and Lucy was followed by Bryce, who was wringing his hands.
“Is he all right?” Bryce asked. “You said he fell?”
Then Bryce spotted George and he rushed to his side. He carefully felt George’s limbs and helped him back to his feet.
“You understand the chickens?” George asked.
“You don’t?” Bryce replied.
George and Bryce came back into the house later that day. Brigette was down for her nap, and Amelia dragged George with her into the bathroom so she could ask questions without being rude.
“We’ll just be a moment, Bryce!” Amelia sang out, and then slammed the door shut.
“How was it?” Amelia asked earnestly.
“Well, I’ve learned that I very much need help out there, and that Bryce understands Ronnie and Lucy.”
“What do you mean?” Amelia asked.
“As in… they talked, and he understood!”
“My goodness! How useful!” Amelia said. “We are going to have to get him to translate for us!”
“There’s one other thing,” George said. “Bryce took me for a walk. He carried me like a baby, so it was a little embarrassing, but we went up the road and stopped at the school. He loves to watch little children play, have fun, and be completely safe from harm.”
“That’s nice,” Amelia said.
“And then he saw Brenda Hershberger, the school teacher,” George said. “And Amelia… we have another problem on our hands.”
“What?” she gasped.
“Bryce fell immediately headlong in love with her!” George said.
“Well, that won’t work!” Amelia said. “That won’t work at all!”
“YOU tell him that!” George said. “I didn’t have the heart!”
If you enjoy these little Amish stories, you just might enjoy my much bigger Amish stories! Green Pastures is on the shelves right now, and I’m getting such wonderful feedback about it. Perhaps give it a try?
Happy reading!
Patricia Johns 
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