The Tale of Oliver T. Horsephat -- Part 5

The Tale of Oliver T. Horsephat -- Part 5

That morning, Oliver T. Horsephat made also history.  He invited a Treehousen into his home.   Mrs. Olive Treehousen crossed cautiously into the hallway.  She feared being stuck down by an unseen force of Treehousen generations.   He invited her into the room he had christened the "sitting room" and offered her a seat.  

This gesture was then followed by another groundbreaking offer of tea.   She agreed and he exited to the kitchen, leaving the adjoining door open.  This decision was not only to keep an eye on her but also to commence the conversation.   He was suspicious of her since after all she is a Treehousen.  She on the other had eyed carefully all of his movements about the kitchen.  Occasionally, she had to lean forward, to the left, and to the right in order to see him.  Her eyesight was better than an eagle during the day and an owl at night.

Upon returning to the sitting room, he placed the tray on the table between their chairs.   He inquired if she wanted sugar, milk, or both.  She gave a specific procedure for the mixture -- first two lumps of sugar, then fill half of the teacup with milk followed by the tea.   Oliver, on the other hand, just poured the tea and dropped in one lump and then sat back to wait for the opposing team to make a move.

After the first sip, she complimented him on his ability to follow directions and in return he thanked her for it.  And then, like a newly-formed waterfall, she began to cry and told the prognosis of her visit with her doctor.