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Previous Challenge Entry (Level 2 – Intermediate)
Topic: Sibling(s) (05/01/08)

TITLE: You Color the Forest, I'll Color the Trees
By May Flowers
05/02/08


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You Color the Forest, I’ll Color the Trees



“Pssst”

“Pssst, Missy can you hear me?”

I padded softly to my bedroom door, straining to hear what my big brother, Jamie, was whispering. He was playing a dangerous game. Mom was asleep on the couch, and he was peering out of his bedroom door. The couch faced away from his bedroom, leaving an aisle to get to his room, which he shared with our oldest brother, Robbie.

We were supposed to be napping, but obviously, Mom was more tired than we were.
“Missy, come here,” Jamie whispered, beckoning.

My eyes wide, I shook my head, but at his persistence, I stepped carefully forward, sliding along the wall. Jamie watching me, whispered frantically, “Not there, it squeaks.”

Thankfully, I adjusted my position, knowing stealth was of the utmost importance. One wrong step and it would be like waking a bear in its own cave. I peered anxiously at Mom, but was satisfied she was still asleep. I finally made it and Jamie pulled me inside.

“What do you want Jamie?”

“Mommy said we could color and decorate the walls.”

“Really?” I hesitated. “I don’t know. Maybe we should ask Mommy again and make sure.”

“Shhhhhhh! Yes, she told me. Look, I have the crayons. You can color on the big wall, and I’ll color on the small one with the window. It’ll be fun.”

It did look like it would be fun, and who was I to argue with Jamie. After all, he was four and I was only three.

“What should I draw?” I whispered.

“Houses and trees, you know…” I watched as he started making houses and stick people, and clouds. Oh what fun!

I picked up a blue crayon, and made the outline of a cloud and colored around it. Then I drew a house with a red roof, added two windows with yellow curtains, and a brown door, with a black doorknob.

I smiled at Jamie, and whispered, “This is fun.”

“Can I have the purple one?” brought about a regular switching of crayons, as we shared the box of them. I was sure Mom would be proud at how well we shared. It wasn’t long and both walls, as high as we could reach, were covered. Trees, forests, lakes, kitties, dogs, pretty flowers, and stick people families adorned the walls like specially made wallpaper. We were such amazing artists nothing was beyond our grasp. We basked in the glory of those moments.

Suddenly, we heard Mom shifting on the couch.

Jamie grabbed the crayons from me, and hastily stuffed them into the box.

“You need to get back to your bedroom, before Mommy wakes up.”

Puzzled, I did what I was told, and stealthily made my way along the wall, almost jumping into the bedroom I shared with our older sister, Jenny, and stifling a, “Home free!”

Moments later, Mom was awake and said we could get up from our naps. We giggled as we went outside and were surprised that no one seemed to notice our masterpieces. That is, until Saturday, when Robbie and Jenny were home from school. That was the day Mom always cleaned the house.

“Robert, Jennifer, James, and Melissa, you get in here right now,” sent a chill down my spine and I looked at Jamie.

He whispered, “Don’t tell.”

We marched into the bedroom in a solemn file.

“Who colored on these walls?”

Robbie and Jenny both said, “I didn’t.”

Jamie nudged me, and said, “I didn’t” and I followed suit. Mom looked exasperated as she said, “They didn’t color themselves.”

“If no one did it, then you are all getting it. Line up and bend over on this bed.”

In retrospect, I think Jamie figured we were going down and we might as well have company. Besides, Mom had the habit of starting at the oldest, and I figured by the time she got to me, she would be pretty played out. She was, and the two half-hearted swats I received seemed like a token of appreciation for the artwork, rather than a punishment.

She made us all try to scrub the crayon pictures off the walls and Robbie and Jenny glared at us the whole time, making me a little worried about what they would do to us when we were outside. They couldn’t figure out how Mom could think they still drew stick people.

Jamie smiled at me, and I knew he would fix it. After all he was four and I was only three.


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Verna Cole Mitchell 05/08/08
I loved this humorous story of two enterprising young artists. The repetition of ages made for an excellent conclusion. Great job.
Jan Ackerson 05/08/08
Very cute story! I could easily visualize every moment.

The childrens' dialogue seemed a bit older to me than their stated ages.

Good title, fun story.
Shirley McClay 05/12/08
Awesome story.. very cute! I do agree that the dialogue was a little old but not the actions...LOL.. I have a little one who decorated my walls at the ages of 2 and 3! LOL

Nice job.
Willena Flewelling 05/12/08
I agree, the dialogue is too old for their ages. But I have to tell you, I have a son and daughter who decorated the ceiling, dressers and shelves in their respective bedrooms -- when they were more like 11 and 9! They used glow-in-the-dark crayons, and my son tells me that to this day, 14 years later, it can still be seen faintly on his dresser!!
Joy Faire Stewart05/13/08
This is such a cute story. It was very enjoyable. Great title too!
Chely Roach05/14/08
I loved this story...title was an excellent draw in, too.
Mariane Holbrook05/14/08
I admit, too, that the title grabbed me. And I could tell you similar stories so this is not beyond belief. It's a great read!
Lyn Churchyard05/14/08
As soon as I read “Mommy said we could color and decorate the walls.” My mouth dropped open and I thought "Uh oh". This was a very enjoyable read, well done.

Sara Harricharan 05/14/08
LOL! I love the title and especially the ending here, I liked the last lines with he was four and I was three. So fun to see this, especially as they snuck across the floor-without making it squeak. Cute! ^_^
Joanne Sher 05/14/08
Cute and fun - and I ADORE the title especially. SO like kids this age. Fun!
Debbie Wistrom05/14/08
This was fun and well written. I could feel the nap time tension.

I especailly loved the last line.

Keep it up!