Caption for the Learner’s Word of the Day Photo above: This dog is sorely in need of a bath.
[It’s been too long since I have written a ‘Word of the Day’ story. Therefore here is a reminder: for these stories, I give my self 60 minutes to write it and edit it before I post it, that’s it. These are lessons in getting the story out so they are not perfect but done as eloquently as possible in a short amount of time.]
overweening – adjective
sorely – adverb
- very much
- in a painful manner
Barkin paused in the garden, his paws scratching the dirt unearthing an earthworm. He sniffed the air and closed his eyes.
“Whatcha doing Barkin? Want to play hide and seek?” Digger asked his furry friend.
Barkin plopped onto the dirt, late summer flowers surrounding him. “I’m sorely going to miss you Digger,” he said to the earthworm.
Digger arched his slender body. “Where am I going?”
“Winter’s coming and we won’t be able to play anymore. You and the rest of the diggers will be frozen in the ground.” Barkin hangs his head.
Miner pokes her head out. “Aww Barkin, autumn is just starting. We have plenty of time to play before winter.”
Barkin perks up. “Really?”
“Really,” says Miner.
“But what about Robin? She’s leaving soon. There will be no more tug o’ war games to watch.”
“Thank goodness for that,” Digger says. “We lose too many team members when Robin brings her friends.”
“True.” Barkin nudges Miner and Digger. They giggle.
“You’re nose is cold and wet, like we are” they say.
Barkin licks his nose and licks their head. “I’m not slimy though.”
Digger and Miner burrow down in the dirt. Barkin watches them disappear and waits, watching where they reappear. This is his favorite game: hide and seek.
Someone is tickling his tummy. Barkin jumps up and looks down. “Hey, you got me that time.” Digger smiles and burrows back down again. Barkin creeps over to the Asters whose overweening bushiness rules over the corner of the garden giving Cottontail and Chip the best hiding place.
He noses around under the Asters. Cottontail and Chip jump out. “Found us!” Barkin wags but just once.
Digger pokes his head up near the Mums. “No one found me!”
“Look for Miner,” he tells Cottontail and Chip. “We don’t have many times left to play hide and seek with them before winter comes.” Barkin sniffles.
“Can’t find me,” says a familiar voice. Barkin sniffs the dirt. Tickle, tickle on his nose.
“Achoo! Found you Miner,” Barkin says sniffling some more.
“Why are you sad Barkin?” Miner asks.
“Chip’s going to hibernate and you diggers are going to freeze to death when winter comes. Cottontail and I are going to be lonely all winter.”
“We don’t die when the earth freezes, we burrow down deep and curl up waiting for spring. In a sense we freeze but as the earth warms, we revive slowly. Then the snow melts and when the moisture reaches us, we dig our way to the topsoil.” Digger explains.
Barkin looks at Cottontail, grinning. “In that case,” he said nudging Cottontail, “you’re it!” and bounds away.
The friends play hide and seek until Barkin is called inside for dinner.
“Let’s play again tomorrow!” and they agree to do so.