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Previous Challenge Entry (Level 3 – Advanced)
Topic: Pigs Might Fly (10/31/13)

TITLE: Young, yet Wise
By Pam Ford Davis
11/01/13


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Early, one Monday morning, I try desperately to psyche myself out. Chaperoning a group of squirming preschoolers, on a field trip to a turkey farm, falls in the same category as having a root canal.

You might have fun.

I step out my front door filled with trepidation, shuffle in slippers to pick up the newspaper and instantly go into weather shock. The forecast north wind is strong enough to topple high profile vehicles.

Gotta’ stop watching that Weather Channel.

I had repeatedly asked the paperboy to leave the newspapers on our wraparound front porch.

Missed again.

I reach down next to the shale steps, trying to retrieve my paper from behind my wife’s prize rosebush.

“Ouch!”

I instinctively suck my thumb and wonder if I should accidentally mow over the bush when my wife isn’t looking. Just an option.

“Honey, only got time for coffee,” I call out as I step back into the warmth of the log cabin house.

Seeing her heading my way, right hand extended to offer me my favorite mug, I continue.

“Guess ya’ read my mind.”

“Duh! Every morning you drink coffee and read the sports section.”

The sarcastic tone subsides as she smiles and gives me a peck on the cheek.

Wincing, but not because of her display of affection I ask, “No way I can renege on my offer to chaperone Samantha’s class?”

“She’s really counting on you. Don’t you dare back out now!”

“Okay, I’m going. How bad can it be? We go to the turkey farm, listen to the farmer’s yarn, drink hot cider and return to school. Right?”

“Well, something like that.”

I go through the early morning routine of coffee and paper before I shower and dress. I sing in the shower today, because Auburn wins again!

“Samantha, time ta’ go.”

“Daddy, I wanna’ bring Dora.”

“Okay, but she stays in the minivan.”

We make it to school, nearly on time, and I small talk with other parent chaperone dads, relieved that I am not the only man who was stuck with the job.

“Children, Children,” says the first year teacher as she claps her hands. “We will use our inside voices and line up behind Arnold at the door. No pushing!”

Once outside, children stay with assigned chaperones and pile inside modes of transportation. In my rear view mirror, I see two darling girls and three mischievous boys, teasing the girls.

“Daddy,”

“Yes.”

“Daddy, do turkeys fly?”

“Huh?”

“Do turkeys fly? Do they?”

“Don’t think so. No, never saw a turkey fly.”

“I’ll ask teacher.”

The owners of the picturesque turkey farm are expecting us and make city slickers feel right at home.

This really is kinda’ neat, puts me in the holiday spirit.

We learn that the owner specializes in turkeys during the holiday season but also raises a variety of other farm animals too.

“Old McDonald had a farm....”

The teacher leads her hyperactive class in the familiar tune, to keep their attention, as the farmer allows the children to feed and pet the animals.

“P. U!”

The boys hold their noses when they run toward a pigpen, as the girls step back from the repugnant smell.

“Teacher,” says Samantha, pulling at the hem of her teachers hoodie, “Do pigs fly?”

I cannot help but laugh along with the children and other chaperones. I am soon impressed with the teacher’s tactful answer.

“Samantha, pigs might fly, but do you think they really need to?

Puzzled, my daughter looks between wooden slats, into the pigpen. Studying the sows with piglets sloshing in mud puddles, she searches for the right answer. Slowly, she looks back smiling and confident into the face of her young, yet wise teacher.

“No, just need-ta stay here, don’t need ta fly.”


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Kon Michailidis11/07/13
I really enjoyed this. You packed so much into this story. I loved the humor. I wondered for a while what 'P.U.' was. Little kids comments always make a good story. Are you looking forward to the next trip? Very original!
CD Swanson 11/07/13
What a sweet story, and filled with levity throughout the entire piece! I loved this well written and completely endearing tale, it made me squeal with delight!

Well done.

God bless~
Virgil Youngblood 11/09/13
Yes Samantha,turkeys can fly, I enjoyed the trip to the farm and the characters you created. Well done.
Danielle King 11/10/13
This is cute, sweet and comical. Great for the piggy topic, but PU? I'm a bit dumb but I know what it meant in my long ago nursing days. Ha!
Bonnie Bowden11/10/13
Thoroughly entertaining! Mixed with humor and wisdom, I could truly picture the children's trip to the farm.
Judith Gayle Smith11/10/13
Sweet and charming!
lynn gipson 11/10/13
This is lovely. The subtle humor and descriptions make it seem like a true to life story. I have always wondered if turkeys fly myself. Really enjoyed this entry, one of the best so far.
Frankie Kemp 11/10/13
I love this. As the reader, I felt like I was a secret guest invited on the day's adventure and privy to the inner thoughts of your MC.
Allison Egley 11/10/13
:) This is cute!

I got was "P.U." meant,but in reading other comments, I see that others didn't. I think that could have been solved with some simple re-arranging.

The boys hold their noses when they run toward a pigpen. "P.U!" The girls step back from the repugnant smell.

Great job with this.
Pinkie Bagele Taolo11/10/13
Cute and lovely. I really enjoyed reading the story.

Good job and God bless!!
Dannie Hawley 11/13/13
Delightful read. Your characters were real and easily won my heart. I loved that the father went on the field trip. (My nephew is always the only man in his little girl's school trips as a chaperone, so I can understand the father's anxiety.) I just loved the way the teacher turned the question on the child to think out the answer for herself. Great job!
Julie Andre 11/13/13
Very entetaining. Held my attention.:)

Julie Andre'
Shann Hall-LochmannVanBennekom 11/14/13
Congratulations on ranking 23 overall!