They say the 3rd time is the charm, but I am hoping it is the 2nd. This will be the 2nd time I I try writing this post. The last time when I posted my last fact, everything just disappeared. If it happens again then I think an elf may be inside my computer!
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The corn maze was all ready for the guests tonight. Sebastian had been in charge of the corn maze for the past 4 years and this year he was so proud for this was the biggest one yet. People were thinking he was crazy for planting so much corn, but he had been able to sell it all and now people were coming from all over to see the biggest corn maze.
Slicking back his hair with his hand he walked towards the farmhouse. It was time for supper and he didn’t want to be late for his wife’s meal. Her cooking put other wives to shame! The only problem that Sebastian had with her cooking was that it was causing his jeans to shrink.
“Okay he is back in the farmhouse now, are you ready?”
“Yes, I am, but do you think it will really work?”
“Well there is only one way to know.”
Tiffany sighed, Tate was always such a daredevil, and he never had any fear. At least he never showed it if he did.
“You know what you are to do, right, you remember your words?” Tate asked
Tiffany nodded, “Yes, Tate, I know it forwards and backwards, we rehearsed it how many times?”
“That’s my girl! If all goes well, you will get a sweet reward.” Winking at her , he leaned over and gave her a quick kiss on the cheek.
“But … Tate… what if?”
“Don’t worry your pretty little head, nothing is going to go wrong! You will see, trust me! ”
Rubbing her hands together nervously, she prayed that Tate was right.
“Stand right here in the middle of the cornfield. Make sure not to do it too early, we want to make sure there is a big crowd, so that they all see me!” Tate had a pompous attitude at times that Tiffany didn’t care for, but … she put up with it… for now.
As Tiffany was walking away to get something that she needed, Tate called out to her. “Does my hair look alright babe?”
Trying to keep her voice even and not roll her eyes, she replied. ” Its marvelous honey, like always.”
Tate smiled big as he stood up a little taller. “I am the envy of so many.” This time Tiffany did roll her eyes, What had she seen in him. Why did she ever say Yes to his proposal? Well this wasn’t the time or place to think about this, but her stomach was in knots because of havign second thoughts about it.
Tiffany came back with the megaphone and Tate left to go get ready. Within 15 minutes people started to arrive and within an hour there was quite the crowd gathered. Tiffany waited a little bit longer and then figured that Tate should be close so she picked up her megaphone to make the announcement.
“Attention everyone! Can I please have your attention? Look up! Look up and see the arrival of the Great, the Best, the One and Only Superstar Flying Pumpkin!”
The megaphone worked, people were looking up, but there was no Great Pumpkin to see.
Sebastian was totally ferhoodled, who was the lady with the megaphone and what was she talking about?
She kept saying to look for The Great Pumpkin but nothing was happening. People were starting to ignore her and get back to finding their way through the corn maze. Meanwhile Tiffany didn’t know what was up, why wasn’t he coming? People were probably thinking she was a blatherskite, just speaking nonsense. One more time she would try it and then she was going to go find Tate and see what was wrong.
“People, People! Everyone, please lend me your ear one more time! If you would just look up, you will see…”
Audible gasps were heard from the crowd as they were nudging their friends to look up and see it too! There was a Great Pumpkin hang gliding over the corn maze. Everyone cheered. Oh Tate would be loving the cheers, thought Tiffany. He was making a circle for the 5th time, that was the number they had agreed upon. But wait now he was going for a 6th time. Of course Tiffany should have known, the cheers were egging him on. It was going to his head as he made a 7th circle around the field with his hang glider.
When Tiffany started to wonder if he would ever stop, the crowd started shouting. He was falling! He had only one arm on the glider now and he was sideways, then in no time at all he flipped over and fell to the ground. Right in the middle of the cornfield.
Tiffany ran over to him, He was lying on the ground groaning about his arm. The arm was bent at a crooked angle, Tiffany was sure that it was broken. She tried pulling off his pumpkin head, but it seemed to be stuck. Pulling and pulling just resulted in him screaming more that she was hurting his neck. A crowd of people had gathered at the time and they took turns trying as well, until he yelled for everyone to STOP! He complained that they were probably messing up his hair. Tiffany wanted to disappear into a hole in the ground when he said that. Soon sirens were heard. Seeing all the trouble that was happening, Sebastian had called 911.
They had to take him to the hospital and cut off the Pumpkin Head, they x-rayed the arm and it was broken in 3 places. He kept groaning. “Is your pain that bad?” Tiffany asked, with concern in her eyes.
“No, but, but … they ruined my Pumpkin head!”
Tiffany was incredulous. He was seriously complaining about his “Pumpkin Head.” Looking at him she shook her head in pity, as he asked for a mirror to look at his hair which he was still sulking about being all messed up.
“Tiffany did you hear me? I need a mirror and see if you can ask a nurse for some hair gel please. Of course you will need to style it for me since I can’t use my right arm.”
Knowing what she had to do, she slid her diamond ring off her finger and put it in the palm of his hand.
“What is this? Why are you …”
“Oh Nurse there you are, you took long enough to answer your page…I need some hair gel please.” The nurse gave Tiffany a look, raising her eyebrows. Tiffany shook her head with a sad smile. “Goodbye Tate!”, and she walked out the door to him shouting at the poor nurse. She wondered how long it would take for him to even notice that she was gone. Lucinda could have him. He was all hers! She was done!
When you are dreaming of being at the beach with your feet in the sand … and your alarm rudely goes off … and its dark and rainy outside.
When your heart is smiling … because you were able to warm your Mom’s heart … lighting her face up with her beautiful smile.
This 3rd story was inspired by LA’s blog, she always poses interesting questions. Some fun and some really make you think. Check her blog out, you won’t be disappointed. http://wakinguponthewrongsideof50.com/2021/10/28/chow-wow-meow/ 3 short questions. Name a Chow Moment from this week – a favorite food you ate. Name a WOW moment from this week – something that amazed you, surprised you, out of the ordinary, big or little – Name a MEOW moment from this week – Something cute! Leave your answer in the comments below if you would like. 🙂
“Mirror, Mirror, which stands so tall, who is the fairest of them all? Oh why do I ask such a silly question? I already know the answer. “
Lucinda laughed to herself, as she stepped away from the mirror, leaving her lipstick imprint on it.
“So what should we do today Romeo?” She started listing different things, but all Romeo heard was “blah, blah, blah.” He was thinking about other things, plus taking a nap. If he wanted to keep his looks sharp, he had to make sure to get his naps in. Stretching out in his bed he closed his eyes, looking to be in peaceful slumber.
“Oh Romeo, you are the laziest cat of all. I will see you later.” Walking out of her room she closed the door behind her
He took a cat nap, dreaming of fish and catnip. It wasn’t long until he woke up and stretched out purring loudly. The time had come, he had to go. Glancing in the mirror one more time, he said, “Romeo, Romeo, you are so divine!” Jumping up on Lucinda’s bed he jumped over to the window, pushed the screen out and jumped out. No more sleeping for him today, he had a mission.
He took off running for the field and then saw Lucinda out of the corner of his eye. Quickly he went behind a bush as she passed him on her way to the garden. Apparently she had chosen to go the garden tea today. Romeo rolled his eyes, she had taken him one time to a garden tea but never again. Hey, he was very bored just sitting on her lap, he was outside and wanted to explore! So he knocked over the pot of tea when he jumped on the table and left his pawprint in the small cakes on the table. It was nothing that everyone had to shriek about. He ran as fast as he could for the high pitched shrieks were hurting his ears.
Once Lucinda was out of sight he continued running towards the field, he was headed towards the road. He didn’t want to be late and miss the man that was coming. Today was a chance of a lifetime. Since the day that he heard the news from his friend Dewey, he had been excited.
Finally he made it to the field. Letting out a gasp when he saw it, it looked so big. Perhaps he should have exercised more and slept less, preparing for this day.
“Come on, you can do this, think of them waiting for you!”
With that little pep talk he took off running once more and just when he thought he was about to collapse he saw the road. YES, what a relief! Now to sit and wait, hoping that he wasn’t too late.
Ahh! He was just on time, he saw the man coming up the road. Romeo counted 7 sacks, exactly as many as Dewey had said there would be. According to Dewey the man was headed to St. Ives to see his 7 wives. Romeo could care less about that part, it was the 7 sacks that he was interested in! Dewey had said that in the sacks were 7 female cats! What could be better than that!
The man was drawing closer and Romeo was crouched ready to pounce. Just a few more steps.
POUNCE! He was on the guys head and the poor man was so shocked he dropped the 7 sacks. They opened up and out came 7 angry cats. They scratched his legs while Romeo stayed on his head and the poor man screamed trying to run. Shaking his legs the cats let go and Romeo jumped down, as the man ran towards town.
7 frisky felines circled around Romeo. “Thank you! You are our hero!” They all purred as they got closer and closer to him. A long white fluffy tail, circled itself around Romeo’s head.
He was in heaven. Dewey had been right, he sure was one smart cat. Now the only question remaining was how, oh how was he going to choose only one cat to take back home with him?
Later that evening Lucinda stormed into the room, slamming the door, Romeo jumped.
“Who does she think she is? Stealing him away from me! OOOH I will show her!” Romeo laid down low as she threw her pillow across the room. “He was mine, all mine!” She was pacing around the room and Romeo’s eyes kept following her, though he started to get a little dizzy.
Finally she sprawled out on her bed, sobbing. Minutes passed and she didn’t stir. More minutes passed and all was quiet. Romeo decided that she must have fallen asleep. This really was his lucky day. He hadn’t been sure about what Lucinda would think of Rosita, the pure white feline with emerald green eyes. The cat of his dreams, curled up against him now. he sighed, at least he wouldn’t have to worry about it for now. Closing his eyes he smiled, Romeo you are the coolest cat of all, he thought, as names and faces ran through his mind; Rosita, Sophia, Bella, Nala, Kali, Ginger and Princess. Life was so good when you were a handsome hero cat!
Lucinda woke up with swollen eyes, the clock flashed 2am and she was still dressed in her gown. Why? Then she remembered the great embarrassment she suffered at the garden party. Having to act like she was happy for Tiffany, who had announced her engagement to Tate! Tate, the guy who Lucinda had chosen for herself! If only she had more time, she knew she could have snagged him. After all, she was the fairest one of all, why did he want Tiffany? Oh well, his loss! She stepped out of bed, “YEOW!” a blur of white jumped up in her face hopped on her bed and out the window!
What had just happened? Lucinda was so startled, did a cat just jump out of her window? Where was her screen? No wonder who room was getting cold. She stared at Romeo in his bed who was staring back at her, with a wide eyed innocent expression on his face. She looked back at the window and back at him. His head was down now and eyes closed. She closed the window and shook her head. It was 2am, she needed sleep! Forgetting that she had wanted to change her clothes, she flopped back on her bed and fell back asleep.
Romeo’s heart was still pounding. Rosita scared him half to death with her shriek. He had been having such a nice dream. Well, so much for Rosita, that was shorter than he had planned. But, no problem, he would just go out tomorrow and see what frisky feline wanted him next. After all he was the most handsomest cat of all.
This is the continuation of Monday’s post. The Last Walk
Mason and Tippner were speechless as their mysterious captors handcuffed their hands behind their backs and led them off the creaky bridge. Their hearts pounded in their ears. What was happening to them?
“Hey, if you let us go, I will give you the pick of any bike in my store. In case you didn’t know I own the best bike store in town!” Tippner had to pause to catch his breath, he was talking fast due to his nerves.
Mason spoke up, “I can give you free coffee and the best pie you ever tasted!”
CLAP! There was another loud thunderclap, a storm was brewing. It was getting closer. They kept being pulled along by their silent captors. Then they stopped and were shoved into a car. At least they assumed it was a car. The door shut with a bang.
Their fear was starting to grow as they drove down the road.
“My grandmother is really going to miss me. Never again will I taste her cookies.”
“Stop talking that way Mason, we got out of other binds, surely we will ger out of this one too. Maybe Jenny will come to our rescue again.”
They both half groaned, for who knows what they may be turned into if Jenny tried to help! But if she got them free they would be forever grateful!”
“So what would you guys like on your tombstone?”
Gulping they kind of sputtered. “Tomb-Tombstone??”
“Yes, tombstones, you know, the things in cemeteries. Would you like to visit one?” The captor laughed.
It was chilling, but yet there was something vaguely familiar about the laughter.
About 10 minutes later the car came to a stop and their hearts started skipping beats. Was this to be it? Their final stop and resting place? They were pulled out of the car and started walking, then stopped once more.
A bell rang, as a door opened. Mason recognized that bell, that was the bell he had on the door of his coffee shop.
The bags were pulled off their heads as people yelled, “Happy Halloween!”
Then they were getting sprayed with silly string and shaving cream from all directions amidst much laughter.
“Arthur!! We knew we recognized that laughter! What are you doing here?”
“One just never knows when I may show up! Surprise!”
Mason and Tippner shook their heads, looking around them at their friends, who had managed to pull this prank off.
“But Arthur we had talked about pulling off a Halloween prank on the ladies! What happened?”
Mason and Tippner stared him down. Arthur walked in between them both putting a hand on each shoulder and wearing a devilish gleam in his eyes.
“Oh dear cousins, you see its like this. I never pass up the promises of good food! Especially desserts! Cara promised me a whole Shoo-fly pie and Mason your grandmother bakes some delicious cookies! All I had to do was pull this prank off on you guys.”
Mason’s eyes bulged. “My Grandma was in on this?”
Cara laughed, “Oh yes, your sweet Grandma thought the plan was fabulous. You just never know about Grandma’s do you?”
“You poor thing!” Amanda came up to Mason, with mischief in her eyes as she patted him on the cheek with a hand full of shaving cream.
Cara and Sarah patted both sides of Tippner’s cheeks at the same time. Splat with the shaving cream.
“A shame how some plans backfire, isn’t it?” laughing, they told the guys they could go clean up and they would serve them some pie.
“Umm…we kind of need these handcuffs off first. ” their eyes glared directly at Arthur.
“Where did you get these handcuffs anyway?”
With a touch of red in his cheeks he said, ” Sorry guys, can’t reveal my sources,”
Arthur patted his pockets and a worried look came across his face.
“Uh oh! Ummm…. we may have a problem guys.”
“A problem? What do you mean exactly by a problem?, the guys said in unison.
“Well its really quite funny. I kind of don’t remember where I put the handcuff keys.” he grinned sheepishly.
“ARTHUR!”
“Guys, guys, don’t worry, you can trust your good ole cousin Arhur, right?” He patted them on their shoulders again.
“I think I left them back at Fuzzywhistle’s farm. Will be back in a jiff!” Old Man Fuzzywhistle and Arthur walked out the door.
The ladies were doing their best to hold in their laughter but it wasn’t working real well. Then Cara spoke up.
“Hmmm… see what happens when you plot revenge? We saw the conspiratorial wink you gave Arthur, Bard and Grayson the last time we were all together.”
Sarah put her arm around Grayson, batting her eyelashes at them “It wasn’t too hard to get Grayson to spill the beans.”
“Yes, same with Bard. Women are good at finding out what they need to know, aren’t we dear?” She raised her eyebrows at Bard. Poor Bard and Grayson kept looking at the floor, they wouldn’t meet Mason and Tippner’s eyes.
“Frogs and mud in my hair! You are lucky you just got silly string and shaving cream!”
Mason ran his fingers through his sticky, not so luxurious hair now. Tippner just hung his head. They were both hoping that Arthur would be back real soon!!
Happy Tuesday! Did you buy candy to hand out for Halloween or did you already end up eating all the candy you bought? Oops!
I thought I would share a new word with all of you today. I had almost shared it on Sunday’s blog post, though its not really a fact, its just a fun word. Let me know if you can pronounce it. Can you relate to the meaning of the word? I know I can at times. Enjoy the following quotes and hopefully you can relate to some of them as well!
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“It was a dark and stormy night…” his voice was low and deep, as they walked deeper into the eerie woods.
“They didn’t know that they were taking their last steps…if only they would have listened to the foreboding feeling and turned around. Instead each step took them closer to their grave.”
His voice trembled slightly as their steps slowed a little, but they kept moving forward.
” The bridge started to sway, were they about to fall to their doom? Would the earth swallow them up, never to be seen again. ”
“Okay, should I call you Alfred? Are birds going to start flying overhead soon? Sorry, but you aren’t scaring me. Its not storming, in case you haven’t noticed!”
Just then there was a loud thunderclap and both friends jumped!
“Umm…why are you hanging onto my arm? Didn’t you just say that you were not scared?”
Letting go of his friend’s arm he straightened his shoulders and stood up tall. He wasn’t afraid of a little dark. Tbey took another step and 2 bats came swooping down, making their hair stand on end!.
Now they both were hanging onto each other, as they cautiously stepped forward. The night was darkening and their courage was fading fast.
“Tell ne again why we are out here?”
Taking up his best Alfred Hitchcock imptession, trying to bluff his bravery, he answered his friend.
“We are hunting zombies before they…”
They were grabbed from behind, sacks thrown over their heads!
A raven flew over them. “Nevermore, Nevermore!”
The 2 guys were struck mute with fright, but Mason uttered one phrase, that was heard in muffled tones.
“This sack on my head is totally messing up my luxurious hair!”
Tippner couldn’t answer Mason, for he was overcome by sadness. Sadness as the cold fact dawned on him, and chilled him to the bone. The fact that if he was to die tonight his lips would never again be touched by the sweetness…..of Shoo-fly pie.
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When I saw the following photo on Jason’s blog, I knew I had to think of a story to go with it. Thanks Jason for taking such a beautiful photo and for the inspiration. For more of his photos feel free to check out his blog, http://jasonfrels.com/2021/10/19/evening-reflections/
Wow! Catching her breath, she stood transfixed in front of the lake. The sun was hitting the boulders just right, and the scene was dazzling. No wonder this was believed to be a magical lake. Not that she believed in magic at all, that wasn’t why she had come.
Trish had heard the stories, the ones that circulated around. One would have to be living under a rock to not have heard of the magical lake and things that were seen there. Around the water cooler at work one always knew that someone would mention the lake and then the stories would start, “Did you hear…?” . “Did you know what happened to…” That would usually be the sign to Trish that her break was over and she would find more sanity back at her desk. Rolling her eyes she would walk away.
Today she was supposed to have gone away with a friend to hike some and camp overnight in the woods, but her friend woke up sick, so the plans fell through. Not wanting to waste a beautiful Saturday, she decided to go out hiking on her own. While driving she passed by the sign for the lake and decided to stop. She had to admit that she was curious about what this “magical” lake looked like. Now that she was standing in front of it, if she did believe in magic then she could see it happening here.
Deciding to spend some more time here she sat down and opened a book. She was planning on hiking, but it was so surreal here. Why not take a little time to relax and read. That was why she always kept a book in her car, one never knew when it would come in handy.
In no time at all she became lost in the story, lying in the grass and basking in the sunlight.
What was that? Looking up from her book she looked around, but didn’t see anything. Thinking it must have been the wind that rustled some leaves she went back to reading her novel.
A few moments later she heard it again. This time Trish was sure that her ears weren’t playing tricks on her. It wasn’t the wind. Standing up she looked all around feeling her skin start to prickle a little. Not being one to get scared easily she wasn’t too worried, but she did want to know where, oh where was that weird sound coming from!
The story that Jan told on Friday came back to her. No, that couldn’t be, Jan was a dizzy blonde, thought Trish. But she couldn’t deny it, the sound was exactly how Jan had described it. The high pitch noise hurt her ears and sounded like it would shatter glass! Jan hadn’t stayed long enough to find the source of it, she had ran back to her car.
Well Trish wasn’t going to be a scaredy cat, she would not run only to regret it later. Holding her hands over her ears she scanned the lake once more and that was when she saw it in the distance. Some huge gray blob rising up from the water! Okay, now Trish may be breaking out in goosebumps as she forced herself to stand her ground. Hoping with all her might that she wouldn’t rue her decision to stay, as she stared at the huge blob which was coming more into focus.
It was a hippo! What was a hippo doing out here? At least she thought it was a hippo, but she never had seen a hippo like it before. Its neck was long. She was no expert on animals, but she did know that giraffes typically had long necks, not hippos. Trish stood there thinking about its long neck when it opened its mouth and out came that high pitch squealing, or was it singing? Was the long necked hippo actually singing?
Trish didn’t know what to think, either she didn’t have enough coffee this morning or … there really was something magical about this lake. It produced long necked singing hippos, if you could call it singing!
Now the other stories were coming back to her, could they be true as well? Jimmy had everyone laughing when he said he had seen a cow at the lake before. They told him cows were at farms and in meadows, not at a lake, but he was convinced it was a cow! He said its deep brown eyes were so big and seemed to look right through him. That it had a sparkling cowbell around its neck. Yeah, Jimmy liked to tell tall tales.
Trish covered her ears, the hippo was squawking again. She picked up her pace to get back to the car, deciding that a day spent reading on the couch with some strong coffee sounded pretty good to her. Walking back she started shaking. Feeling a sudden sensation that something was staring at her. Her breathing grew a little more rapid as she kept walking. She never did see the brown cow with a sparkling cowbell. The one whose gaze was fixed intently on her retreating back.
When I saw the following photo on Jason’s blog, I knew I had to think of a story to go with it. Thanks Jason for taking such a beautiful photo and for the inspiration. For more of his photos feel free to check out his blog, http://jasonfrels.com/2021/10/19/evening-reflections/
Wow! Catching her breath, she stood transfixed in front of the lake. The sun was hitting the boulders just right, and the scene was dazzling. No wonder this was believed to be a magical lake. Not that she believed in magic at all, that wasn’t why she had come.
Trish had heard the stories, the ones that circulated around. One would have to be living under a rock to not have heard of the magical lake and things that were seen there. Around the water cooler at work one always knew that someone would mention the lake and then the stories would start, “Did you hear…?” . “Did you know what happened to…” That would usually be the sign to Trish that her break was over and she would find more sanity back at her desk. Rolling her eyes she would walk away.
Today she was supposed to have gone away with a friend to hike some and camp overnight in the woods, but her friend woke up sick, so the plans fell through. Not wanting to waste a beautiful Saturday, she decided to go out hiking on her own. While driving she passed by the sign for the lake and decided to stop. She had to admit that she was curious about what this “magical” lake looked like. Now that she was standing in front of it, if she did believe in magic then she could see it happening here.
Deciding to spend some more time here she sat down and opened a book. She was planning on hiking, but it was so surreal here. Why not take a little time to relax and read. That was why she always kept a book in her car, one never knew when it would come in handy.
In no time at all she became lost in the story, lying in the grass and basking in the sunlight.
What was that? Looking up from her book she looked around, but didn’t see anything. Thinking it must have been the wind that rustled some leaves she went back to reading her novel.
A few moments later she heard it again. This time Trish was sure that her ears weren’t playing tricks on her. It wasn’t the wind. Standing up she looked all around feeling her skin start to prickle a little. Not being one to get scared easily she wasn’t too worried, but she did want to know where, oh where was that weird sound coming from!
The story that Jan told on Friday came back to her. No, that couldn’t be, Jan was a dizzy blonde, thought Trish. But she couldn’t deny it, the sound was exactly how Jan had described it. The high pitch noise hurt her ears and sounded like it would shatter glass! Jan hadn’t stayed long enough to find the source of it, she had ran back to her car.
Well Trish wasn’t going to be a scaredy cat, she would not run only to regret it later. Holding her hands over her ears she scanned the lake once more and that was when she saw it in the distance. Some huge gray blob rising up from the water! Okay, now Trish may be breaking out in goosebumps as she forced herself to stand her ground. Hoping with all her might that she wouldn’t rue her decision to stay, as she stared at the huge blob which was coming more into focus.
It was a hippo! What was a hippo doing out here? At least she thought it was a hippo, but she never had seen a hippo like it before. Its neck was long. She was no expert on animals, but she did know that giraffes typically had long necks, not hippos. Trish stood there thinking about its long neck when it opened its mouth and out came that high pitch squealing, or was it singing? Was the long necked hippo actually singing?
Trish didn’t know what to think, either she didn’t have enough coffee this morning or … there really was something magical about this lake. It produced long necked singing hippos, if you could call it singing!
Now the other stories were coming back to her, could they be true as well? Jimmy had everyone laughing when he said he had seen a cow at the lake before. They told him cows were at farms and in meadows, not at a lake, but he was convinced it was a cow! He said its deep brown eyes were so big and seemed to look right through him. That it had a sparkling cowbell around its neck. Yeah, Jimmy liked to tell tall tales.
Trish covered her ears, the hippo was squawking again. She picked up her pace to get back to the car, deciding that a day spent reading on the couch with some strong coffee sounded pretty good to her. Walking back she started shaking. Feeling a sudden sensation that something was staring at her. Her breathing grew a little more rapid as she kept walking. She never did see the brown cow with a sparkling cowbell. The one whose gaze was fixed intently on her retreating back.
Nuggets of Gold 