Nursery Rhymes

Hitch up your boots and buckle your britches, my little rascals, because we’re goin’ on an adventure!

Here in Westler, there is a home for orphaned children. They like to horse play at night which makes gettin'em to go to the land of dreams a bit of a task for the caretaker. He stepped right outside of his senses and that’s when he came to find me. You see, I’ve been known to tell a story or two, and sometimes these tales help people who are tusslin’ with sleep to actually win the fight.

Over the next couple months’ time, I’d come in the evenin’ and let my lips sink into the imaginations of these children. Enjoyin’ them so much, the children told my stories to other young minds in the town until my life experiences spread around faster than butter across a hot biscuit.

What does all this have to do with the price of goat’s milk? Well, I’m about to tell you, my little rascals.

After tellin’ my stories for a while, a man from a land far, far away came to Westler
lookin’ for me. He wanted to pen my stories down onto paper. When he left, he promised to put my words into a book.

Several months went by and I hadn’t heard hide or tails from him. Almost forgot he existed until my best friend Anne ran up to me with a book in her hand.
“Matta, look! Look at this!” she hollered at me all excited-like.

When my eyes glanced over the pages, I quickly realized that butter dutter changed my stories into a whole bunch of nonsense.

“They’re called rhymes!” Anne corrected me. 

There's a little more to this tale but that's for another day.

Just so you know, I’m here to tell you what really happened that provoked all those rhymes to be written. I promise these tales are far more interestin’ than any child’s rhyme.

So – if you’re up for hearin’ them, I’m up for tellin’ them. I’ll even put those silly rhymes at the beginnin’ so you know what I’m talkin’ about.

Alright, are you ready? Because we are about to start our journey into the land of The Matta Goose Stories!