Thank you so much for everyone who participated in the FOOD FIGHT last week! And thank you for allowing me to participate. Definitely glad I plunged in!
I had a great time working on this story as well as all the other wonderful food fight wars. Such a fun, creative way to get some ideas flung around! I am really looking forward to reading the finished stories and I know the Politician and PT are excited to hear them!
Here is my finished Food Fight Story! I would love to hear what you think. Thanks and enjoy!
On the
Way Home From Grandma's
Everyone
was tired,
cranky
and upset.
And from
the back someone yelled,
"why
aren't we home yet??"
Mom was
looking frazzled,
as Dad
stared at the road,
these
long drives back from Grandma's
were
always worse when it snowed.
SCREECH!
SHWOMP! KAPOOM! and HISSSsssss?!?
The
windshield went solid white!
One look
at Mom and Dad
said
it'd be a longer night...
First,
Dad pulled out his phone
to get a
tow here right away.
But,
"I'm sorry dear," he murmured,
"it'll
be an hour or more delay."
"WE'LL
STARVE!" Moaned sis behind me
through
the baby's high pitched howl.
With Mom
lost in a silent stare,
Dad's
face began to scowl.
"At
least we have the turkey,
with the
fixin's, sides and sweets!"
As these
words came out my lips,
Mom's
stare turned on the backseats.
It's a
look I've never seen before,
that one
in my Mom's eyes,
still
sis and I cannot forget her smirk
as she
started throwing fries!
.
Let’s get her!” I said laughing,
.
Then unwrapped the jello slow.
.
POP – Sis ripped off a lid.
.
I flung first – But Mom ducked the blow. Jennifer Young
.
.
It met the windshield with a THWACK!
.
And slid down to the dashboard.
.
Before dear Dad could catch one bit
.
.
Dad tried to steer through jello smear
.
and narrowly missed a truck.
.
KERSPLAT, sis launched her chocolate Mousse,
.
Mom gasped and prepared to chuck.
Joanna
.
.
I rolled the stuffing into
.
a gooey ball of attack
.
And let it fly at Mom's head But - WHACK –
.
it bounced right back!
Lauri
Meyers
.
.
That must be some tough hairspray;
.
here Mom, my juicy juice will get through
.
that beehive
SQUIRT!
DonnaLouise
.
.
But Mom was the pro,
.
She was the one who made the food,
.
KERSCHLOOP, she scooped up her pie
.
And aimed it at her brood.
Sylvia
Liu
.
.
Having started the day dry,
.
now all covered in pie,
.
we the children began to cry.
.
SPUTTER! SNORT! HONK!
Anonymous
.
.
Whaa, whaa, wait a minute,
.
I'm not wasting this." I wiped the pie from my face
.
and PLOPPED it on a plate.
.
Then I threw a radish at my sis-BOINK.
DonnaLouise
.
.
A radish sticking from her face,
.
Her scowl proved I was in disgrace;
.
I ducked, she threw turkey innards
.
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It
was then, I’m sad to say it,
that
dear Dad opened the door,
with
big, wide eyes in a young man stared
and
got more then he did ask for.
He
said, as he stood dripping,
those
turkey pieces all on the snow,
“I’m
here to help and pull you out.”
It
was finally time to go.
Sis
and I cheered in triumph
the
battle had been such fun
as
we squeezed out into the cold
we each
felt that we had won.
Silently,
we all stood
sticky
and gooey from the fight
while
the tow truck hooked up and pulled
our
car was stuck in that snow tight!
We
thanked the young man quickly
as
one by one climbed in our seats.
He
nodded once and winked as he turned,
“those
looked like real good eats!”
The
car filled up with laughter
while
Dad pushed it into drive.
“And
we still have some safe for dinner,”
if
there is any left when we arrive!”
SMACK!
