Little Mo's Mud Pies

By Robert T. (Tommy) Williams

Little Mo's Mud Pies is a story about a 6 year old girl who decides to make mud pies, sell them and give the money to the Priest at the Parish she and her parents attend, for orphans that the church is helping. She encounters a man who looks like Santa Claus, has a miniature dachsund that changes colors, has wooden butterflies on his suspenders that become real, then turn back into wood again, and he has a white walking stick with a wooden owl on the top that also becomes real, talks to the little girl, then becomes wood again. He helps her with her pies and has an impact upon her mother, father and the Parish Priest.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Robert T. (Tommy) Williams
• Release date: May 20, 2018
• ISBN: 9780989763141

Robert T. (Tommy) Williams

Robert T. (Tommy) Williams was born in Indiana on June 7, 1949. At the age of seven, his family moved to Venice Beach, California. He has lived the majority of his life in Southern California, except for a period of 18 years, when he lived in Northern Kentucky. Tommy earned his Bachelor of Arts in biblical studies and psychology, from Pepperdine University in Malibu, California. He obtained his Masters degree in Social Work from the University of Southern California. He spent his career as a Social Worker working with children and families both in the home and in the community. The last five years of his career he worked as a drug and alcohol counselor. His creative expression has included, acting, dancing, singing, drawing, painting, and writing. He published his first book, “Leaves of the Heart,” which is a collection of poetry and prose, in 2013. His second book, Star Shiner, was published in print in 2016, and in ebook in 2017. It is a fully illustrated childrens book about the Christmas Star, which has also been published in Spanish. His third book, “Little Mo’s Mud Pies,” which was published in May 2018. Currently he lives in San Diego with his wife Sherry. They have 8 children from combined marriages, and seven grandchildren. Since graduating from Pepperdine he has been actively involved with the local church. Being involved with a local body of believers has always been his passion. Following graduating from the University of Southern California, at the age of 40, he was diagnosed with Bi-Polar disorder. Living with Bi-Polar disorder, and having it untreated his entire adult life, created a lot of suffering and destruction in both his personal, and professional life. Throughout his career that experience helped him in reaching out to others suffering with mental illness, and various types of addictions. It is his hope and prayer that his books will be an encouragement to everyone who read them. Tommy has an outreach called, “Mercy for Today.” It is his desire to provide people with three things: encouragement for today, hope for tomorrow, and a trust in God for the future. Tommy can be reached at, [e-mail]. You can also visit his website, mercyfortoday.com.

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Little Mo’s Mud Pies

Robert T. Tommy Williams

Copyright 2018 by Robert T. (Tommy) Williams

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All rights reserved. No part of this book may be used or reproduced in any manner-except for brief quotations in review or articles – without written permission from the publisher. The writer of this book wants to add a disclaimer about Little Star facing the sun, and having it shine upon the star. Stars do not reflect the sun. Stars shine on their own, they emit their own light. This book is a work of fiction. The main character, Little Mo, is based upon an actual person. Other characters, businesses, organizations, places, events and incidents either are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.

Dedication

This book is dedicated to my mother, Wilma Louiese Crosson, who went to be with Jesus on Christmas morning of 2017. What a wonderful way to spend Christmas day, celebrating Jesus birthday with him. I wrote this story while I was living with her, and she was my cheerleader the entire time. I was hoping to have it published before she passed on, but was unable to.

This book is also dedicated to my Lord and Savior Jesus Christ.

Special thanks to the following people:

Eunice Font for bringing this story to life with all her exceptional illustrations.

The real Mo, who was the inspiration for the story.

Finally, but most importantly, my wife Sherry for all the love and support that she gives me, and for reading the story and providing me with valuable feedback to help improve the story.

Table of Contents

Chapter 1. Little Mud Pie Maker

Chapter 2. Roadside Sidewalk Stand

Chapter 3. Open for Business

Chapter 4. A Man Named Jesshua

Chapter 5. A New Special Friend

Chapter 6. Something Smells Good

Chapter 7. Dinner with Daddy

Chapter 8. More Mud Pies for God

Chapter 9. Old Friends

Chapter 10. A Forgotten Friend

Chapter 11. A Cat with Eight Lives

Chapter 12. More Pieces of the Pie

Chapter 13. Surprise, Daddy!

Chapter 14. Good Pain

Chapter 15. Explaining Death to Innocence

Chapter 16. Meeting with Father Kelly

Chapter 17. Finishing the Story

Chapter 18. John Matthew and Jesshua

Chapter 19. What Happened Next?

Chapter 20. Created in the Image of God

Chapter 21. A Heart Carved from Stone

Chapter 22. Who is this Stranger?

Chapter 23. The Visit Ends

Chapter 24. Sharing Secret Names

Chapter 25. Daddy is Home

Chapter 26. Daddy Meets Jesshua

Chapter 1. Little Mud Pie Maker

Once upon a time, not too long ago, there lived a little girl with curly red hair named Maureen (Little Mo) who believed that she could make God smile.

One day she was playing in her room with her dolls and stuffed animals, and she was telling them all about Jesus. As her dolls and stuffed animals were watching her and listening, she thought, I know what I can do for God: I can make my mud pies, sell them and give the money to Father Kelly. She looked at her dolls and stuffed animals and asked them, Do you like my idea? You can help me make mud pies and sell them! She then walked over to her dolls and stuffed animals to ask each one what they thought about her idea. When she started to pick up her first doll, Duma, her cat, jumped from his chair up into her arms and started to rub his nose against her face (The story of how Duma came to live with Little Mo is very interesting, but I will explain that later). Little Mo looked at Duma and asked him, Duma, do you want to help me make mud pies? Duma looked at her and said, Meow, which means Ok. She put Duma down and told him to sit there in his chair so she could finish asking her dolls and stuffed animals if they wanted to help. Then, she picked up each one and asked them if they wanted to help. And all her dolls and stuffed animals said yes.

The last doll she picked up was her favorite. That doll’s name is Rose. It is her favorite and she named it Rose because her grandmother’s name was Rose; and Little Mo loved her Grandmother Rose.

After she put Rose down, she ran into the kitchen where her mother was standing at the sink, and she opened the cupboard, and started to pull out her mother’s pie pans.

Maureen, what do you think you are doing? Little Mo’s mother asked when she saw what her daughter was doing.

Little Mo looked up at her mother and said, I’m going to make mud pies for God and sell them.

You are going to do what?

Mommy, I'm going to make mud pies for God and sell them.

Not with my pie pans, answered her mother.

But Mommy, I want to do something for God. God likes pies, everybody likes pies, and if I make my mud pies people will want to buy them. Not knowing what to say, Little Mo’s mother started to talk, but before she could say anything, Little Mo continued.

Mommy, on Sunday Father Kelly said our church was going to sell things and give money to children that don’t have a home, or clothes, and I thought ‘I can make my special fruit mud pies and sell them.’

Little Mo looked at her mother as she continued, Mommy, when I made my mud pies you and Daddy said they were delicious. I thought I could make my mud pies, people will buy them, and I can give all my money to Father Kelly for those kids.

Her mother could only look and smile at her little redhead. Ok, but what will you do when someone wants to buy your pies and they take my pie pans?

We can buy more pie pans!

Little Mo’s mother looked down at her and thought, It won’t hurt to let her play today. Ok, she told her daughter, but if no one buys your pies, you will have to wash my pie pans and put them away.

Little Mo’s eyes lit up and she smiled, Yay! she yelled, I’m going to make mud pies for God!

Little Mo’s mother helped her pull four of her pie pans out of the cupboard, then turned to her and said, Now, remember, when you are done with my pie pans, you have to clean them and put them away, ok?

Yes! Yes! Yes! Thank you, Mommy! Little Mo took the pie pans from her mommy and ran out the back-screen door.

As her mother turned and watched her little redhead run out the door, she could hear Little Mo yelling, Yay! I’m going to make fruit mud pies for God! Yay! I’m going to make fruit mud pies for God!

Her mother turned toward the sink and smiled.

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Little Mo ran outside with her mother’s pie pans. She ran barefoot across the grass over to the patio table where she was going to make her mud pies. She placed the pie pans on the table, then she found her toy bucket and filled it with dirt and placed it on the table. Then, she picked up her mother’s small watering bucket that she used to water her flowers; she filled it with water, and she placed it on the table. Finally, she found her favorite stick that was just the right size for her to stir up her special mud pie formula, and she placed that on the table. She looked at everything on the table and realized that she was missing something very, very important – the fruit for her pies!

She ran to the backdoor, opened it, and then ran into the kitchen. As she ran into the kitchen her mother said, Now, what do you need?

Little Mo said, Mommy, I forgot my fruit. I need fruit for my mud pies.

What fruit? her mother asked.

I need a banana, a cherry, an apple, and, um, an oatmeal raisin cookie!

A cookie? Whoever heard of a cookie fruit pie?

No one Mommy. I'm going to be the first little girl to make one.

At this point, Little Mo’s mother looked at her and could only smile on the inside as she looked at the excitement in her daughter’s green eyes as she ran around the kitchen. Little Mo ran to the refrigerator, opened it and started to pull out an apple.

Wait a minute, said her mother. Let me help you. How many apples do you need?

I need one apple, one banana, four cherries, and one oatmeal raisin cookie.

Her mother pulled out an apple, a banana and four cherries then closed the refrigerator. She then looked around and said, Let me see, where did I put those cookies?

In the cookie jar Mommy. You always put the cookies in the cookie jar.

Oh, you’re right. Her mother reached into the cookie jar, pulled out two oatmeal raisin cookies and handed them to Little Mo.

Mommy, I only need one cookie.

I know, but the other cookie is for you to eat, just in case you get hungry. Little Mo’s mother opened the refrigerator, pulled out some milk and poured some into a glass for Little Mo. Here is some milk to drink with your cookie when you get hungry.

Her mother turned, pulled out a knife from the drawer, cut up an apple, and the banana, then gave the pieces to Little Mo in another pie pan, along with the cherries and the cookie.

Thank you, Mommy, was all her mother heard as Little Mo ran toward the back door. Little Mo almost spilled her glass of milk as she tried to open the door.

Here let me help you, her mother said, and remember not to scare the Wee Ones when you run past the flowers in the garden. (Little Mo’s mother would always talk to her about the Wee Ones when she worked in her flower garden. She would talk to Little Mo about the fairies and pixies that lived in the garden with her flowers. She would tell Little Mo that the Wee Ones would sit under the flowers and read to their children the stories that were written on the leaves of the flowers. The Wee Ones’ children loved to hear stories about little boys and girls.