Rosie and the Stranger #2

A few of my readers/listeners have given me great title ideas. Now, as you read Part 2, see if you can come up with a title, too. I look forward to your ideas, thoughts, and tips on Rosie's story.

Part 2  

    “I’m going to have muffins and tea with Granny Jane. She has to stay in bed and needs company,” Rosie explains.

    “How sweet,” says Jay wolf. “Where does she live?”

    “She lives in the little cottage with the purple shutters just past Mr. Brown's apple trees."

    "What a wonderful little granddaughter you are. Do you have apples in there, too?"

    Rosie shakes her head. “No, just blueberry muffins,” she says.

    "You should bring her apples, too. Did you know that an apple a day keeps the doctor away?"

    "No. I didn't know that," she answers.

    "Why not hop over the fence and pick some shiny red apples for your grandmother."

    Rosie thinks about it. She pictures Mr. Brown’s dog barking at her.

    "I can’t. Mr. Brown's big, black dog guards the apples."

    "I just saw Mr. Brown and his dog drive away in a pick-up truck. If you hurry, you can pick a few apples for your sweet, old grandmother."

    Rosie wants her Granny Jane to be healthy. She smiles and thanks Jay Wolf for his help. Then Rosie climbs over the fence and begins reaching up into the nearest tree for shiny red apples to take to her Granny Jane.

      Jay Wolf sticks his hands in his pants pockets and pretends to go merrily along his way, whistling a happy tune. Meanwhile, he keeps sneaking peeks back to check on Rosie. When he can’t see the pretty little girl any more, Jay Wolf pulls his hands out of his pockets and races to Granny Jane's cottage. He leaps up the front steps and knocks three times on the door.

    "Who is it?" comes a weak call from within.

    "It’s Rosie, Granny Jane, with muffins for your tea," answers Jay Wolf in a little girl voice.

    Now, Granny Jane's hearing isn't what it used to be, so she calls out, "Come in, child. The key is under the mat."

    Jay Wolf unlocks the door and returns the key to its spot under the mat. He grins smugly and slips into Granny Jane's cottage, locking the door behind him.

    Back in the orchard, Rosie tucks a second shiny red apple under the red and white checkered napkin that covers her basket. Suddenly she hears a dog bark and a man shout, "Hey! What are you doing with my apples?"

    Rosie jumps. The basket flies out of her hands. Muffins and apples tumble out,

rolling under the apple tree. Without a backward glance, Rosie races to the fence and leaps over, landing in a heap on the grass. She jumps up and runs until she stands, panting, at her grandmother’s front door. Holding her left hand over her heart, she reaches up with her right hand and knocks three times.

    "Who is it?" comes the weak, shaky reply.

.     "It’s Rosie, Granny Jane," she answers, still huffing and puffing from her speedy get-away.

    "Come in, child. The key is under the mat."

      Rosie unlocks the door and steps into Granny Jane’s cottage. Turning quickly, she pushes the door shut and locks it. She drops the key into her pocket and scurries across the living room.

      Rosie stops just inside the bedroom door and stares. Jay Wolf is in Granny’s bed wearing her nightgown and nightcap.  

    "You don't look so good, Granny Jane," exclaims Rosie.

Remembering the original fairy tale, what do you think will happen next?