Alphonse the Honest, Amiable Bull stood in his field quietly chewing the cud on this fine March morning. Spring was in the air and the grass tasted of sweet buttercups. Although Alphonse could not read, he loved to collect words. He asked the other animals to write them down on a scrap of paper; which he collected together in a small suitcase next to his manger. Alphonse loved to look at the exotic scribbles.
Sergeant Sally of the March Hares ran up to Alphonse. “Have you seen Jack? He’s gone missing!”
“Aye” Alphonse replied, “he be in the field yonder.”
Sally the Hare thanked Alphonse the Honest, Amiable Bull. “Thanks Alphonse, you’re very helpful! I will write down helpful for you later!”
Alphonse grinned; that was a new word for his collection and name. Not long after Sally departed, Cecil the Dapper Fox strolled over leaning upon his silver tipped cane on this pleasant April day.
“Good day, Alphonse,” he began “I’m in a bit of a pickle; I cannot decide whether to wear a blue suit or a grey one.”
Alphonse chewed the cud and replied: “Grey I’d say Master Fox; it brings out your lovely red coat love-r-ly.”
May was in full bloom and Cecil the Dapper Fox thanked Alphonse the Honest, Amiable and Helpful Bull for his help.
“I say you are most thoughtful Alphonse, most thoughtful.” The Fox scribbled the word on a piece of paper and went on his way.
Alphonse sighed contentedly and placed the new word in his collection. His field was always busy with others passing through, so he never lacked for companionship only new words to look at.
He loved the spring; the smell of the pasture growing after the rain showers, the bright yellow daffodils and delicate pink sweet peas.