Two years ago this past summer my wife finished the series of Little House on the Prairie books and we both wanted to visit the place where all these words were created.
We had no one to care for our pets—one small dog and two parakeets. So we were faced with the decision of either take them or staying at home. Mr. Black, the dog, was well traveled. But we had serious reservations about the birds in such tight quarters as an automobile.
Our fears were unfounded. By the time we reached the Arkansas line the two birds were seasoned travelers and enjoyed the trip more than anyone else in the car. They sang only when the wheels were turning.
By the time we returned home we thought of them as our Arkansas Travelers.