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Word of the Day Story to Begin Again

Hello readers!

Starting in December, on Tuesdays, I will revamp my ‘Word of the Day’ stories. 

My idea behind this is to encourage you to just get your words written for whatever writing project you are doing. It’s just for fun. I hope to bring out the joy of playing with words.

The hardest part of writing is getting the initial words written. Therefore, as a writing prompt, I will be using the word of the day from either Merriam-Webster or Dictionary.com or Learner’s, to write a short, short story using that word(s) and then edit it one time in 60 minutes [no editing while writing the story, just write]. The story will be far from perfect but hopefully, enjoyable to read. I may take a little extra time to add photos or artwork of mine that fit the story.

Speaking of the story… it may be anything such as whimsical, funny, off the wall, sad, happy, philosophical; the word of the day kind of commands the writer, what story it wants to be in. 

If you choose to share your Word of the Day story, please add it to the comments section of the blog post. Please also feel free to leave constructive comments as well.

Have a funtastic week. See you on Friday for the next round of ABC’S OFF THE TOP OF YOUR HEAD.

Traci 

 

 

 

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Ort: A Perfect Mouseful

[dictionary.com and Merriam-Webster Learner’s Word of the Day selections; photo credit-Merriam-Webster Learner’s Word of the Day]

ort – noun

[awrt]

  1.   Usually, orts. a scrap or morsel of food left at a meal.

 

mischievous – adjective

[mis-chuh-vuh s]

  1.   causing or tending to cause annoyance or minor harm or damage

2.   showing a playful desire to cause trouble

      3.   intended to harm someone or someone’s reputation

 

Cat was angry at Mouse. Mouse was laughing at Cat because Mouse had just won his third game against Cat. Cat slunk off to figure out how to beat Mouse at Mouse’s games.

I have to slow down Mouse or trip him up somehow, Cat thought. Visions of glue, tape and food danced in his head. With the glue, Mouse was begging for help reaching out to be pulled from the glob of glue gumming up his paws. Cat shuddered at the thought. No glue.

Tape took over, tacking Mouse to it who was desperately trying to escape. Tape won’t work either. I don’t want to hurt my friend. 

While Cat was contemplating his next move, Mouse was mulling over how to help Cat win a game. A mischievous idea formed quickly.

Mouse made a maze in the middle of the yard. To help Cat win, he made Cat smiley faces on each turn leading the way out. Whoever got to the end of the maze first would win.

Tap, tap, tap.

Cat whirled around, surprised to see Mouse.

“I don’t want to play anymore of your games. I think we should play one of mine,” Cat said.

“Sure, but can we play one of yours after this last game of mine? I worked really hard at creating it,” Mouse said.

Cat’s whiskers twitched. “What’s the game?”

“I built a maze in the yard. Whoever gets to the end first wins and can choose the next three games to play.”

Cat shook his head. “Since you made the maze, you know how to go through it. That’s not fair.”

Mouse sighed. “You have a point, Cat. I will wear a blindfold to even us out.”

Cat thought about this. “We should each choose a winning treat for the other to place at the end of the maze. Whoever makes it through the maze and finishes their treat first, wins.”

“Deal.”

Together they scoured the house for the perfect treat.

Mouse found part of a tuna sandwich and carried it out.

Cat scoured the kitchen but there were no orts about, not even one crumb. All he could find was a small pink glob under the table. It was a little big for Mouse to eat but Cat planned on winning.

Treats in place, Cat and Mouse took their spots at the beginning of the maze. Cat was haunched in start position while Mouse was blindfolded and ready to go.

“Go!” Cat shouted.

Cat darted away turning this way that, into a dead end. “Drat!” He looked for Mouse. No Mouse around. He listened for Mouse. He could hear scurrying ahead of him.

Mouse twitched his nose letting him guide him to the end. He bumped into wall after wall but the strawberry smell was getting stronger.

Cat turned right, then followed straight. He turned left and left again into another dead end. He sat down and pouted. Doggone Mouse! He’s going to win. As a tear rolled into his whiskers, he noticed a smiley cat picture on the opposite wall. Oh sure, rub it in Mouse! 

Cat ran to the picture and scratched it out. He sulked through the maze scratching out each Cat Smiley he found. He was so busy looking for these smiling Cats, he didn’t realize what he had done.

I. Smell. Tuna! Cat’s nose twitched and his tail swished. He followed his nose right to the end of the maze. Mouse was already there, chewing and chewing.

Cat’s ears drooped. Mouse had won again.

“You won Mouse. But I’m going to enjoy this sandwich anyways.” He took a bite, then another.

Mouse said nothing but kept chewing away.

Cat finished his sandwich. “This was a great treat Mouse. Thank you.” Cat licked his paws.

Mouse just chewed.

“I said, ‘Thank you’ Mouse.” Cat stared at Mouse.

Mouse inhaled deeply.

As he breathed out, a bubble formed and grew and grew. Then…

POP!

Cat jumped straight into the air.

Mouse’s mouth still full he muttered, “Clever cat, giving me this ort. Not supposed to swallow gum. I lost.”

Cat blushed. “Mischievous mouse. Drawing those Smiley Cat faces to tease me. If I had seen those sooner I would have…Hey!”

“Won sooner,” Mouse said still chewing.

“You said a mouseful.” Cat laughed.

The next three games were Cat’s choice and he lost all but one.

 

THE END

If you enjoyed this story, take the challenge and write your own story in 60 minutes and edit it. The idea is to #justkeepwriting #justkeepwriting.

 

 

 

 

 

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Rex’s Big Words

Wow! I have not done a Word of the Day story on here in months.

To you the reader, if you are not familiar with my Word of the Day posts, I take the word of the day entries from dictionary.com, Learners Dictionary or Merriam Webster  (I may use all or just one or two) and create a story for children which have to include the words I post below. I give myself one hour to write and edit the story before posting it. The reason behind only the one hour is to give writers the incentive to just write, as the hardest part of writing is getting started. My story will never be perfect when it is finished in this time frame, but it is not supposed to be and in this case, I went over by nine minutes to finish editing. Feel free to leave comments at the end. I hope you share this story with your child and spark a conversation or a writing project. Enjoy!

scapegrace – noun

[skeyp-greys]

  1.   a complete rogue or rascal; a habitually unscrupulous person; scamp.

 

kudos – noun

[koo-dohz, -dohs, -dos, kyoo-]
      1.   fame and renown resulting from an act or achievement : prestige
      2.   praise given for achievement
REX’S BIG WORDS

This story can be summed up with it’s end…

Kudos to Rex for keeping the light burning in Olympus Theatre. Her ongoing crusade to raise enough money to restore it and get it declared as a Historical Landmark will keep theatre alive and thriving for many years to come. To Rex! May you someday be on that stage, but not in a boxing ring on it!”

But if you always read the end first, you miss the fun and excitement of the beginning and the middle and end up wondering what happened. Like, why would Rex be in a boxing ring? This is how it all started

“We are finished for the day. Thank you for coming in to help us set up the fundraiser. That scapegrace, Pinche, has a fight on her hands,” said Mr. Torres, owner of the Olympus Theater which was in danger of being condemned and torn down by the city.

Lottie, Rob, Arnold, and I packed up our flyers, loaded our backpacks and met outside.

“We did good today,” I said.

“We did well,” Lottie corrected.

“We done did good,” Arnold snickered.

“Yup,” was all Rob said.

“Hey Rex, we need to divide up the town between us to hand out the flyers. Which section do you want?” Arnold asked.

“Makes the most sense to cover the areas around each of our schools, right? Grab as many people as you can to help distribute them.”

Lottie, Arnold, and Rob nodded in agreement.

“If you need more flyers, Mr. Torres said he would be at the Olympus tomorrow evening.”

Again, everyone nodded.

Rob hopped on his bike, Arnold took off walking and Lottie and I waited for our rides.

“See you all on Saturday,” I said.

Lottie waited until Rob and Arnold were out of sight.

“What happens if Mrs. Pinche gets her way?”

“We need to make sure that doesn’t happen,” I told her.

Our rides pulled up next to the curb.

“That scapegrace has no chance against us!” I said fist in the air.

“You and your big words Rex,” Lottie said rolling her eyes, playfully.

 

“Rebecca, your dinner is in the oven,” my Mom said the minute I walked in the door. She’s the only person I know who won’t use my nickname. Even my grandparents call me Rex.

“Thanks Mom. I have homework to do so I’ll eat it in my room,” I told her as she followed me into the kitchen.

“Good try Rebecca, you can eat at the counter or at the table but not in your room. What kind of homework?”

I fumbled with the hot pad and the plate of food in the oven.

“I have to write a one page paper about a local historical landmark or a place that should be saved and considered as one. I chose the Olympus Theatre.”

“That should be easy since you’ve been volunteering there for months now.”

“Hope so,” I said, mouth full of food.

 

Upstairs in my room, I gathered my resources. In my notebook, I wrote notes and points of interest. Next, I wrote my paper. I read it over twice, crossed out words and added words like my teacher told us to do and rewrote it neatly. Something was missing. My older brother Mike, is in ninth grade and in his paper for English, he had to write a closing statement. That’s what my paper was missing. I raced to his room.

“Hey Mike, what’s a closing statement for a paper?” I asked him.

He stared at me like I was an alien. “Since when do fifth grade papers need closing statements?”

I rolled my eyes, but not playfully. “Since right now,” I shot back.

Mike raised his eyebrows but told me anyway.

 

At school, I was the first to read my paper in class.

“In closing, the Olympus Theater has been a part of Pepper Grove for over a hundred years. Letting the Olympus get torn down is like letting your grandparents home get torn down with them in it. It is a historical landmark and needs your help. You can help me by handing out these fliers today after school.” I waved a handful of flyers around.

“Nicely done Rex. A little dramatic but nice,” Mr. Buckley said.

A hand shot up in the back of the class. Stephanie Pinche. Bully extraordinaire and only child of Mrs. Pinche.

“Go ahead Stephanie,” Mr. Buckley said.

“Who cares about that smelly old place. My mom says it’s a dump and unsafe and theater is dead. Everybody watches Netflix now or rents movies. Tear it down, a gas station will be a gold mine there.”

The room erupted in noise.

My face burned hot.

“Stephanie, Rex made a nice case for the Olympus and why it should be a historical landmark. You can read your paper next.” Mr. Buckley said.

I walked down the opposite row of Stephanie to avoid her.

 

After school five kids met up with me and we walked the neighborhood around school and handed out all flyers that I had. They agreed to tell their parents about how important the Olympus is and I promised them cookies if they brought their parents to the fundraiser on Saturday.

I stopped by the Olympus on my way home and picked up more.

“Yours are gone already Rex?” Mr. Torrres asked when he saw me.

“Yup. I need more. I recruited friends from school to help me hand them out.” I told him a big smile on my face.

“Well done. You are an activist already,” he said, his toothy grin hidden partially by his mustache.

 

The next day after school Stephanie chased me to my house.

“T-Rex, would you stop running so I can tell you something?” she hollered behind me.

I stopped and turned around. “What do you want?”

Out of breath, she huffed, “I can hand out some of your flyers if you need help.”

My eyes popped right out of my head. (not really)

When I popped them back in, I narrowed them at her. “I thought you said the Olympus should be torn down.”

“My mom wants to share them at the Historical Society committee meeting tomorrow night. She said it would be good to know more about it since you researched it and all.”

I didn’t quite buy her story but I gave her a few flyers.

“Thanks,” she said and left.

 

Thursday, Lottie, Rob, Arnold, and I met Mr. Torres at the Olympus and helped him clean the lobby. We scrubbed the counters, swept the floors, scrubbed the floors, cleaned the glass and shined up the staircase until the entire lobby sparkled. When we finished, we took the last of the flyers and headed home.

 

Friday morning, Stephanie grabbed my arm. “My mom loved the flyers. Said they helped her make her point at the meeting so you can have them back.” She handed them to and sneered. “Good luck saving that dump.”

When I opened a flyer, everything looked good.

 

On Saturday, people from all over Pepper Grove turned out at the Olympus Theater. Mr. Torres was strutting around, handing out cookies and coffee to the adults, while Rob, Arnold, Lottie, and me handed out cookies to the kids. The five kids from school were there along with their parents so I gave them extra cookies as I promised.

Mr. Torres walked onto the platform to give his speech. He glanced around then smiled and started. He answered questions and when no one had any more to ask, he held up his hand and shouted, “Can the Olympus be saved?”

The crowd replied, “Yes!” and waved their flyers.

Mrs. Pinche and Stephanie shouted, “NO! TEAR IT DOWN! IT’S UNSAFE FOR OUR CHILDREN AND THIS COMMUNITY.”

Mr. Torres dropped his hand.

Mrs. Pinche rushed onto the platform. She held up a flyer.

“Mr. Torres stated in the flyer, ‘Olympus Theater has served its community and in its current state of disrepair, I recommend it be torn down and the lot sold. To remember it in its glory days, I will donate photos and memorabilia of the Olympus to the library for all to enjoy.’”

People held up their flyers.

Mr. Torres grabbed the flyer from Mrs. Pinche’s hand. He scanned it and his face turned beet red.

The crowd started booing.

Lottie nudged me. “Do something Rex!”

Without thinking I ran up to the platform and shoved Mrs. Pinche away.

“The Olympus Theatre was home to the first performance…” I read from the flyer in my hand.

The crowd quieted. I read some more.

“We already heard this speech by Torres,” came a snotty voice from the front.

Stephanie sneered up at me. She started chanting, “Tear it down. Tear it down.”

Some older kids in the front joined her.

I watched Mr. Torres slump his shoulders forward.

Now adults joined in the chant.

“HEY! NO SCAPEGRACE IS GOING TO TEAR DOWN THIS HISTORICAL LANDMARK!” I shouted into the microphone, creating an ear-splitting ring.

The crowd covered their ears but stopped.

I recited my paper and ended with this, “Olympus Theater is a historical landmark and needs your help. Pepper Grove will lose its fame if the Olympus gets torn down. Instead, help us bring it back to its former glory. How many of your grandparents came to shows here when stars of their day took to the stage? How many of you performed here when you were in school? Does Pepper Grove need a gas station right in the heart of downtown?”

A buzz started in the crowd. People looked at each other.

“Open your flyers.”

People opened them.

“Does your flyer have a quote from Mr. Torres on the bottom of it?”

People checked and rechecked the flyers in their hands.

“No!”

“That’s because you have the original flyers, not the ones Mrs. Pinche copied and remade with her added fake quote.” I went on to explain about her and her gas station idea.

Finally, Mr. Torres, Mike, my parents, Rob, Lottie, and Arnold flooded the platform next to me. We held hands and raised them.

“Are we going to save the Olympus?” I asked fist pumping in the air.

A few people mumbled yes.

“ARE WE GOING TO SAVE THE OLYMPUS?” we shouted together.

“YES!!!”

“Is Mrs. Pinche going to build a gas station here instead?” I shouted.

“No!” the crowd replied.

“Save the Olympus, save the Olympus!” I chanted.

Soon everyone was chanting it.

Mr. Torres grabbed the donation box and held it over the side of the platform. People lined up and dropped money and checks into the box. Our town mayor pushed through the crowd, held up a fistful of fifty dollar bills and dropped them in.

The crowd cheered.

When the event was over, Rob, Lottie, Arnold, and I along with our families, sat in the lobby while Mr. Torres and his staff counted the money.

“We have enough money to start renovations.”

“Yay!” we cheered.

“And this was in the bottom of the donation box.” Mr. Torres held up a sealed envelope. He tore it open, read it and sucked in his breath.

He read it out loud,

‘Dear Mr. Torres,

Your request for consideration of the Olympus Theater to be a recognized Pepper Grove historical landmark has been approved. Attached is the documentation form for you to fill out and to mail to the state Historical Society. You will receive official paperwork from the state upon receipt of the completed form.

To help ensure the Olympus is ready for a public announcement of its inclusion into the Historical Society, we have set aside money to help offset restoration costs.

Congratulations.

Sincerely,

Pepper Grove Historical Society’

 

We cheered and whooped and hollered.

Mr. Torres gave each of us kids a big hug, and thanked us for our help.

Lottie whispered in my ear, “big words.” Then she held up my hand like a champion and said, “Kudos to Rex for keeping the light burning in Olympus Theatre. Her ongoing crusade to raise enough money to restore it and get it declared as a Historical Landmark will keep theatre alive and thriving for many years to come. To Rex! May you someday be on that stage, but not in a boxing ring on it!”

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

GOODBYE 2016

[title photo credit: happynewyear2017s.com]

2016 had its highs and lows and was both fast fleeting and slow going depending on the day. What I remember most about this year is it was iconic and quickly became capricious.

It is iconic for the most lost lives of more than noteworthy people in the world in one single year; people who made a difference in politics, arts and entertainment, community, health, environment, sports and so much more. {May the major networks at least come up with a looooong special in January about all of these amazing people and what the world lost when they left earth}.

2016 is also capricious with all of the erratic and unpredictable change that occurred throughout the year.

For me, I struggled to keep my head above water and concentrate on the good that was going on in the shadows of the lies and horribleness that reared its ugly head this year. My heart broke as each angel left earth and entered their new journey onward, which started in January with Pat Harrington Jr. of ‘One Day at a Time’ fame. Followed quickly by
David Bowie and Alan Rickman, two artists who I admired for their uniqueness. Celine Dion’s husband, René Angélil died the same day as Rickman sending the music world into another grieving moment. Then my Grizzly Adams died (Dan Haggerty) the day after, followed by one of my favorite Eagles, Glenn Frey and finishing off the sad month was ‘Fish’, Abe Vigoda from Barney Miller and Paul Kantner, founding member of Jefferson Airplane. My heart ached that month and it seemed like the deaths would not end.

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But February brought about more deaths inside and outside of the music and movie industry. Inside we lost Joe Alaskey, Maurice White, Vanity, George Gaynes, Sonny James, Angela Raiola, Tony Burton and George Kennedy. But outside of these industries we lost, BMX racing legend; Dave Mirra, astronaut Edgar Mitchell; US Supreme court Member, Anthony Scalia; two authors- Harper Lee and Umberto Eco.

george-gaynes

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March rolled on with fifteen more deaths that rocked the world: Lee Reherman, Joey Feek, Pat Conroy, Nancy Reagan, George Martin, Keith Emerson, Frank Sinatra Jr., Bob Ebeling, Phife Dawg, Rob Ford, Joe Garagiola, Garry Shandling, Jim Harrison, Mother Mary Angelica, and Patty Duke.

patty-duke-hail-to-the-chief

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In April we lost Erik Bauersfeld, Merle Haggard, David Gest, Doris Roberts, Les Waas, Chyna, Prince, Michelle McNamara, Isabelle Dinoire, Papa Wemba and Billy Paul.

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How would we cope with all this loss? We learned that instead of simply mourning their loss, we needed to remember what each of these people brought to us and what can take away from them being on earth as long as they were. We will all die sometime so what will we each leave behind for the living to remember? May gave us chance to ponder.

Seven extraordinary lives succumbed in May. Afeni Shakur Davis, Jane Little, Emilio Navaira, Guy Clark, Morley Safer, Alan Young and Nick Menza.

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But June pounded us back into reality with the deaths of Muhammad Ali, Kimbo Slice, Theresa Saldana, Gordie Howe, Christina Grimmie, Ron Lester, Anton Yelchin, Ralph Stanley, Bernie Worrell, Bill Cunningham, Alvin Toffler, Buddy Ryan, Scotty Moore and Pat Summitt.

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{photo credit: blog.richmond.edu}

July slowed us down again with the deaths of Elie Wiesel, Michael Cimino, Noel Neill, Abbas Kiarostami, Garry Marshall, Mark Takai, Rev. Tim LaHaye and Miss Cleo.

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August gave us a running for unlucky with thirteen noteable deaths…David Huddleston, Pete Fountain, Berry Jenner, Kenny Baker, Fyvush Finkel, John McLaughlin, Lou Pearlman, Matt Roberts, Toots Thielemans, Steven Hill, Sonia Rykiel, Juan Gabriel and Gene Wilder.

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September did not want to be outdone by August so it beat it. Joe Polito, picture book author-Anna Dewdney, Jerry Heller, Phyllis Schlafly, Lady Chablis, Greta Zimmer Friedman, Alexis Arquette, Edward Albee, WP Kinsella, Curtis Hanson, Shawty Lo, Bill Nunn, José Fernández, Arnold Palmer and Shimon Peres.

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With the US Presidential campaigning in full progress in October, the world watched with squinted eyes. The following people almost slipped through unnoticed but we did mourn: Tommy Ford, King Bhumibol Adulyadej and Steve Dillon.

Onto the most capricious month of 2016 where a vast majority are now wishing 2016 to end. November trumped up the shock value not only with who won the US Presidential election (not my choice) with these incredible losses: Janet Reno, Leonard Cohen, Robert Vaughn, Leon Russell, Gwen Ifill, Holly Dunn, Sharon Jones, Florence Henderson, Ron Glass and Grant Tinker.

senectitude

As we come to the very last senectitude of 2016, I hope there are no more capricious moments before 11:59 p.m. December 31. Not only did the group Emerson, Lake and Palmer lose Emerson earlier this year, the first WOW fatality of December was Greg Lake, another member. We took ourselves back in history to celebrate the life of astronaut John Glenn who died December 8. Longtime soap stars, Joseph Mascolo and Barbara Tarbuck passed on as well as author E R Braithwaite; actor Alan Thicke; sports broadcaster, Craig Sager; model and fashion editor, China Machado; actress Zsa Zsa Gabor; pop star George Michael; comedian Ricky Harris; Children’s author, Richard Adams; Princess Leia- Carrie Fisher followed immediately one day later by her mother and also famous actress, Debbie Reynolds.

My advice for the coming year which is already in motion for surprises: every person who dies in the world is noteworthy and left behind some kind of legacy that can be learned from in some capacity; so take time to learn about the people who have left you whether in your own family, your community or the world and put their life into perspective. Love and enjoy those around you and live every moment as if it’s your last because it could be. What legacy do you want to leave behind for the world? The significance will be great no matter how small you think it may be.

As for me, I have set myself some lofty goals for 2017 that I plan to attain. I will experience failures along the way but these failures will lead to my eventual success. Therefore…

2016, I bid you adieu. Bring on 2017!

Happy New Year all and may your highs be more abundant than your lows which is also my wish for the world in the new year!

Sincerely,

Traci

 

 

 

 

 

THE HALLOWEEN MOON

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Today’s story is under 100 words for Susanna Hill’s 6th Annual Halloweensie Contest that starts today and runs through Halloween night. The main rules are the story has to contain (in some form) these three words: ghost, moon and spider AND be 100 words or less.

In addition to these three words, I have incorporated both Learner’s Word of the Day and dictionary.com Word of the Day for today (Oct. 27, 2016) I also gave myself one hour to write it and edit it as per my usual Word of the Day guidelines.

delectation – noun

[dee-lek-tey-shuh n]

  1.   delight; enjoyment.

gourd – noun

  1.    any one of several types of fruits that have a hard shell and that are used for    decoration and not for eating
  2.  a gourd-shaped, small-necked bottle or flask.
  3.  a dried and excavated gourd shell used as a bottle, dipper, flask, etc.
  4.   Slang. out of one’s mind; crazy.

 

THE HALLOWEEN MOON

by Traci Bold

97 words

Moon cast light on the delectation below.

It saw animals, cowboys, ghosts, ghouls, knights, princesses, superheroes and witches running house to house for candy.

In the dark…

A huge sneaky spider spun its web fast which caught Moons’ attention.

The web grew large and wide enough to snare some tasty trick-or-treaters.

The spider was off its gourd! Moon was horrified.

It cast it’s light upon the spider for all to see.

The trick-or-treaters tricked the spider with their sticky candy, wrapping it in its own web.

They thanked Moon with a candy offering.

Which made Moon smile.

 

 

links to the contest:

And Now…The Moment You’ve All Been Waiting For…!

The 6th Annual Halloweensie Writing Contest – aahhhrrrooooOOOOO!!!

Between a Rock and a Hard Place

testudinal – adjective

[te-stood-n-l, –styood-]

  1. pertaining to or resembling a tortoise or tortoise shell.

 

crevice – noun

[krev-is]

  1.   a narrow opening or crack in a hard surface and especially in rock

crevice

“I feel so naked without it,” Terrence said to his best friend Trent.

“You look fine without it,” said Trent.

“But I need it, it protects me. You wouldn’t go anywhere without yours and you know it.”

Trent kicked the ground, shuffling his feet. “You’re right, I wouldn’t.”

Terrence covered himself with large leaves he found.

Trent laughed. “You look better without the leaves.”

Terrence squinched his eyes and curled his mouth. “Fine.” He dropped the leaves.

“We need to retrace your footsteps,” Trent said. “Start from the beginning.”

Terrence led Trent back to his home under the mud bog. Trent scratched around the mud. Terrence breezed through the brush. “Not here,” he called out.

A shadow passed above them. Chills crept over Terrence.

They traipsed to the rock quarry next. Terrence kicked rocks out of his way while Trent noses around the big rock. “Not here,” he said.

Sweat dripped off of Terrence, his skin becoming pinkish.

“We have to find your shell fast. You’re going to fry right up and the buzzards will eat you all gone.”

Terrence trembled at the thought. He led Trent to the other side of the rock quarry where the sun was almost hiding.

A testudinal object poked out from the crevice in the quarry.

“Look Terrence!” Trent pointed.

CRAW! CRAW! A shadow circled above them, then disappeared.

“Run!” Trent called.

Terrence used all of his might pushing his stubby legs as fast as they could go.

The shadow became two.

Terrence pushed on.

Swooooosh!

Terrence ducked. “Almost there,” he chanted over and over.

Trent chucked a rock at the buzzards.

Swoooosh!

He ducked into his shell as the buzzards dove toward him.

Swooosh! Miss.

Trent peeked out from his shell, fearful for his friend.

Terrence lunged forward.

The testudinal object was indeed his shell. He pulled and prodded. Swoooosh! and pulled some more. The shell flew into the air…kerplunk… hit a buzzard and landed perfectly on Terrence, covering his body once more.

CRAW! CRAW! Screamed the buzzards, one rubbing it’s head.

Terrence ducked into his shell and hid in the crevice between a rock and a hard place, known as the quarry.

When the buzzards bagged out, Terrence ambled over to his friend.

“Good thing they’re gone, they almost had themselves fried tortoise for lunch.”

“And chicken soup if they had caught me,” Trent said as he shivered.

“You were brave Trent, not a chicken,” said Terrence.

“I guess so. But you’re the one who gave one buzzard a goose egg.”

Terrence laughed. “Yeah. Buzzards love to eat tortoise eggs so I bet they love goose eggs too!”

Together they laughed and laughed all the way to the mud bog where they filled up on leaves for lunch and nestled into the mud for a nap.

 

 

 

GOODBYE SUMMER: No More Hide and Seek

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

[oh-ver-wee-ning]

  1.   presumptuously conceited, overconfident, or proud
  2.   exaggerated, excessive, or arrogant

 

sorely – adverb

[sawr-lee, sohr-]

  1.   very much
  2.   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.

 

How Do Earthworms Survive Winter?

http://www.colostate.edu/Dept/CoopExt/4dmg/Soil/worms.htm

Your Adventure Awaits

pumped – adjective, verb

[puhmpt]

adjective

excited and enthusiastic about something

verb

  1.   to raise, drive, etc., with a pump.
  2.   to free from water or other liquid by means of a pump.
  3.   to operate or move by an up-and-down or back-and-forth action.
  4.   to supply with air, as an organ, by means of a pumplike device.
  5.   to drive, force, etc., as if from a pump.
  6.   to supply or inject as if by using a pump.
  7.   to work a pump; raise or move water, oil, etc., with a pump.
  8.   to move up and down like a pump handle.
  9.   to seek to elicit information from a person.

panjandrum – noun

[pan-jan-druh m]

  1.   a self-important or pretentious official.

 

Today’s post is not about the all new adventure of the world of politicians (or panjandrums as I like to call most of them) though that may be fun. No today  I am pumped to share with you my favorite place for adventure when I have no money to go too far: the Hedberg Public Library. I will visit any library, anywhere and find adventure.

Ahhh, you think I am just a bookworm maybe? True but I also enjoy the artwork featured by local artists as well as just one of the many features our library has to offer. In fact, this month one of the librarians, Helene Ramsdell, who is also a fabulous artist, has her work featured at our library. Here are a few samples of her work:

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Artists are featured every month at our library. Therefore, not only is it a library but also an art gallery that changes monthly.

The library also offers classes in their computer lab, usually for free for any number of things. Programs for toddlers and young readers are offered weekly, story time during summer goes on, young adult programs are offered throughout the year and family programs, adult programs, author visits and so much more can be found at our library.

Besides books, you can check out toys at the library for your children, parenting material, DVD’s, Blu-Ray movies, magazines, CD’s, and audio books.library lion

If a title cannot be found at the library itself, they can use the Interlibrary Loan feature, WISCAT and even WorldCat to get in the material of your choice. Need something copied or printed, the library offers that too for a minimal fee. Don’t have time to peruse the shelves for your favorite book, request it online through their online catalog and pick it up when it arrives at the library within the allotted grace period.

If this isn’t enough to entice you to find your next adventure at the library, then check out these picture books about libraries. Not only are the stories unique, they offer a new perspective you and I may have overlooked.

a library book for bear wild about books

the lonely book Miss Dorothy

when the library lights go out the library doors

the library gingerbread man quiet theres a canary

the book boat's in waiting for biblioburro

I’m sure there are many more and these are all tried and true but that’s just my opinion. Go find your adventure at the library, until you absorb yourself in it you never know what awaits you.

What’s in your public library?

Happy reading!

#HedbergPublicLibrary

 

When Opposites Don’t Attract- (a penguin story)

(All photos in this story/blog were taken by Kevin Bold and Traci Bold and are copyrighted.)

 

ossify – verb

[osuh-fahy]

  1.   used with object: to convert into or cause to harden like bone.
  2.    used without object: to become bone or harden like bone.
  3.   used without object: to become rigid or inflexible in habits, attitudes, opinions, etc.

gallant – adjective, noun, verb

[adjective galuh nt for 1, 3, 4; guhlant, –lahnt, galuh nt for 2, 5; noun guhlant, –lahnt, galuh nt; verbguhlant, –lahnt]

adjective

  1.   showing courage : very brave
  2.   large and impressive
  3.   having or showing politeness and respect for women
  4.   showy, colorful, or stylish, as in dress; magnificent

noun

5.   a brave, noble-minded, or chivalrous man.

6.   a man exceptionally attentive to women

7.   a stylish and dashing man.

8.   a suitor or lover.

9.   a paramour.

verb

10.   used with object: to court or act as a lover

11.   used with object: to escort

12.   used without object: to attend or pay court as a gallant

 

In the animal kingdom, solitude is for very few animals. Most, like the solidarity of being together. This means that most species do not like to be alone but rather live in harmony with many.

“Shhh. No texting back there, the movie is about ready to start.” says the head emporer penguin. Harris and Jude turned the other way. They did not want to see ‘Madagascar’ again.

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But next door, at the Humboldt neighborhood, the penguins are each doing their own thing. Like this one. This is Jonas soothing a sore muscle from moving stones onto the grates.

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He is not happy. “If I have to move one more stone, I’ll be ossified just like one.” he says.

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“Please can you move just one more?” Perdy asks. “You are the most gallant penguin I know.”

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Jonas turns his head. “No, I won’t do it.”

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“Please,” Perdy begs. “I saved a fish just for you. I will bring it down.”

“Fine. If it means you are safe, I’ll go move more.” Jonas says. He waddles back to the grate.

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“Last one. I’ve conquered them all.” he says holding the last one in place.

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“Good work Jonas,” Perdy says behind him. “My turn to be conquerer of the rocks. Can you please get down now?”

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“Girls!” Jonas says trudging away.  “I’m going to find new friends to hang out with.”IMG_2047

And so he joined his emporer friends in their neighborhood for the showing of ‘Madagascar’.

The end.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

A Snippet of Fun at the St. Louis Zoo

[All photos in this blog are copyrighted and belong to Kevin and Traci Bold. They may not be used for anything without written permission/consent from myself. ]

forage – verb, noun

[fawr-ij, for-]

verb

  1.   of an animal : to eat growing grass or other plants
  2.    to search for something (such as food or supplies)

noun

3.   food for horses or cattle; fodder; provender.

4.   a raid.

 

St. Louis boasts it has the number one zoo in the country. Therefore, on my recent visit to St. Louis,. I had to see for myself and I have to admit, it was pretty cool.

The day my husband and I went, the day was overcast and cool which was great for the animals. We went in late afternoon which was feeding time for many of them and that was a treat for us to watch them eat.

In the wild, most animals forage for their food but luckily, in the zoo, food is brought to the animals.

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However, this doesn’t mean one cannot forage for one’s self.IMG_2163

We saw a couple of animal babies at the zoo.

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And we saw some pretty goofy behaviors.

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Some of the animals were just hanging out.

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Others were restless.

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Others were playing.

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Some stood at attention.

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And some just decided it was nap time.

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Which is exactly what we were thinking too by the time we finished exploring. It was closing time and the animals were ready for their performances to be done for the day.

So, til the next time…

The End