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Singing for His Supper

Another "story start" for Susanna Hill's Mix n Match Mini Challenge. This time I combined Gus' super power of elasticity and campfire songs. It's been fun to take a little time each week and just write without any goals... beside just to write.

Farmer Jay walks away grumbling, “It doesn’t make sense. The gate is locked but the treats are missing.”

Gus watches Farmer Jay through a slit in the gate. His nose tingles, his tail swishes and his legs wobble while he sings: I like to eat, eat, eat apples and bananas. I like to eat, eat, eat apples and bananas. BWEEP…his head pops through the hole.

He breathes in and breathes out, still singing: I like to ate, ate, ate ay-ples and ba-nay-nays. I like to ate, ate, ate ay-ples and ba-nay-nays. SPOOT… his shoulders and front legs burst through the opening .

His belly is next. It is going to be a tough squeeze. EEK.EEK.EEK. It sounds like a creaky door while he inches through humming: I like to eat, eat, eat ee-ples and bee-nee-nees I like to ate, ate, ate ay-ples and ba-nay-nays. THWOK… Whew! He can breathe again.

I like to ite, ite, ite i-ples and by-ny-nys. I like to ite, ite, ite i-ples and by-ny-nys. CA-CHUNK… Through the hole he flies, crashing into the pail… which tipped the fork and flipped the treats to the floor.


Gus grabs an apple and sings… I like to ote, ote, o-ples and bo-no-nos. I like to ote, ote, o-ples and bo-no-nos. BURP…




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