Over the river and through the woods dad goes hunting, through the river and into the woods. Into the river and around the woods he hunts baby piglets for our supper. Looking high and low, around the river and under the woods. Until he hears them squealing near the river then around the woods he chases pigs till dark. He doesn’t catch anything and so comes back, over the woods, around the river, into the river and woods and finally over the river where he smells pork chops and I stand waiting to say. "You should have taken a map."1
Author notes
Ok this is my second entry as a bit of fun. It's 100 words and the theme is \
What did you think? Please comment!
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Yes I'm a goofball, that description fits me to a T but at least I get regular holidays in return for that "T" (if only the sleeves on the jackets weren't so long.) Thanks for the points, I appreciate them even if I was only playing.
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your word count is right on.
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yep 10 words.
I am sitting here thinking, she is such a goofball! This was about the crasziest little story I have read and I have to admit the first time thru I had a tough time making sense of it. the second time I got it and had to giggle. Yeah for the wild piggies!
Thank you for being different and good luck.
Susan -
'Kethry' you are lots of fun (to all but little piglets) - Thank you.
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