I am so excited to join in the contest fun! I was afraid I wasn't going to get this up in time thanks to the strep the children shared with me over the weekend.
The wonderful Susanna Leonard Hill is running her 3rd Annual Holiday Contest. All the details can be found here. Without fourth ado, here is my Holiday Mishap:
A Juicy Cautionary Tale for the Traveling Mouse
As told by Auntie M
Uncle Ralph only loves one thing more then
his motorcycle. Pie. Any kind of pie. The aroma is overpowering as they come
out of the oven. He can’t control it. He’s pulled closer and closer until…sigh
Every year we leave before the holiday pies
are baked. Baker always starts with the cookies. Batches and batches. That’s my
cue to get on the road.
But this year she STARTED with pies.
Luckily, I glanced out the front hole and noticed her rolling out dough.
I knew I didn’t have much time. In a flash,
I packed, loaded up the motorcycle, and went to find Uncle Ralph.
I called for him.
Silence.
I hollered louder.
Nothing.
I raced to the kitchen.
There he was stretched out above the oven
with his nose sniffing the air.
Then I watched it happen.
Baker pulled out a gooey, juicy, cherry pie.
Uncle Ralph’s eyes widened.
Then…
HE FELL!
Well, he dove actually.
Into the middle of the pie.
Pie was everywhere!
Baker was covered.
Cherries spotted the oven.
On the wall, cherry juicy dripped.
And Uncle Ralph was nowhere to be seen.
Somewhere in what was left of that deep-dish
cherry pie, he was tunneling away to the pie tin. He might have tried to eat
that too if…
Cat wasn’t speckled in pie bits.
Cherry was not her color.
Her nose cut through the pie aroma and found
Uncle Ralph.
I heard his scream through his pie stuffed
cheeks when she did.
Cat swiped. Uncle darted.
The sides were too slippery.
Cat swat. Uncle slid.
He couldn’t climb out!
Cat pounced. Uncle flew.
Slick with cherry juicy, Cat’s pounce
catapulted him into the air.
I watched him scurry off with Cat on his
heels. That was the last I saw of him.
Until now!
OH! I thought Cat got you!
Cherry juice
saved me. Turns out, Cat doesn’t like cherry flavored mouse. Spit me right out.
Thank goodness. We must have pie every year before
we travel.
That’s the
juiciest idea you have ever had.
Phew! Made in 341 words. Whoot!
Thanks so much for reading! Enjoy all the other entries at the bottom of Susanna's contest post here.
