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Author Name: Freedyoung 5 Comments
Date Added: January 26, 2007 12:01:56 Average Score: (Needs 2)
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Mrs. Powell and the Alligator Gar

Summer hung on us like wet moss.

Thoughts of school were a million miles away.

And the only thing that mattered in the world

Was whether Robyn Smith was grounded that day.

 

She'd stolen a canoe for us to use;

We spray painted it red to cover our tracks

But we'd seriously underestimated Mrs. Powell.

And the depths from which shed attack.

 

The canoe sat half painted and I waited.

Mrs. Powell had made the call.

I had enjoyed the canoe that summer

But Robyn had taken the fall.

 

When Robyn bounded up the path 

Her face full of youthful challenge,

She flopped down and asked what manner of action

We should take in exacting revenge.

 

But Oyster Creek was calling us to her,

And Robyn had nothing more to lose

So before she had to return the canoe,

We decided to enjoy one last cruise.

 

As we floated lazily down her banks,

Our childhood in the waters behind,

We caught a scent Ill never forget

No matter how I try.

 

White and ghostly, bloated and rotting

The decayed gar rocked gently against the banks.

Our sense of revenge was greater that day

Than caring about how bad the fish stank.

 

It took weeks for Mrs. Powel to get rid of the stench

That a fumigator took a week to trace.

Remembering the moment he looked down the chimney

I still smile at the puzzlement on his face.

Author's Notes:

Ok, Paul - this challenge was harder than I thought it would be.  You wanted a story from my misspent youth.  Here's one.  Mrs. Powell was always tattling on us.  She hated kids.  We probably deserved it.

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Comments:
Comment By: FreeDamon D. Brewer on April 13, 2010 05:14:46 PM Report
What I want to know is did they ever figure out who the culprits were that put the fish in the chimney?  I love this story.  Didn't much care for tattlers either--probably for the same reason you didn't like that lady.  I was the one always being told on.  Don't you love it when you get a good one over on someone only to find out that the tattler in the family or a neighbor that is a tattler saw you and tells on you?

Loved it!
Damon
Comment By: FreeJoe Petro on February 13, 2007 09:53:05 AM Report
I truly enjoyed your yarn Dori. Dynamic opening line, well told story. jp
Comment By: PremiumMary Lou Allen on February 11, 2007 09:38:57 AM Report

"Summer hung on us like wet moss."  Choice, Dori.  An exciting adventure well told.  It generally only rains catfish here.  Good work.  ML


Comment By: PremiumPaul on January 26, 2007 03:32:29 PM Report

Hard or not you did a great job. You portrayed a great story in a great fashion. BTW PTHWWT to Mrs. Powell


Paul


Comment By: FreeLady Dragonwyck on January 26, 2007 12:12:43 PM Report
Hi Dori:  what a GREAT write about your youth.  Loved it..........thanks for sharing........

 

Lady D





 


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