Megan stared at the stain, horrified. A black smear painted her cattail. It tasted strong and unpleasant. This must be the oil Mama had warned her about. To make matters worse, Megan wasn’t supposed to be out alone, but she had been hungry. Sneaking home in the fading moonlight wouldn’t be easy. Mama would be waiting on her.
Just as she expected, Mama was treading water in the murky pond. “Megan Muskrat, where you been?”
STORY # 2
Megan stared at the stain, horrified. The yellowish ring had spread under her desk, making an uneven circle between her feet. She had to hide it. Everybody would call her a baby. The bell rang, but she stayed glued to her seat.
Tears splashed down Megan’s face as her teacher approached her desk. “Don’t you want to go home, Megan?”
Megan nodded her through her sobs. “Yes, but I can’t stand up, Miss Jenkins.”
Betty, you done it again girl!
Very clever idea in your first story,I would never would have thought of using an animal.
Oh poor little Megan, I hope her teacher is sympathetic and keeps a change of clothes for the children.
I wondered who'd want to eat a cattail! You got me there. You've got a wild imagination. That's good, very good!
And the second one, both of our stories incorporate the element of embarrasment. Isn't it mischieviously empowering to put our characters through these things. Boo ooh ah ah ah. Great minds think alike!