Previous Challenge Entry (Level 3 - Advanced)
Topic: Write something suitable for CHILDREN (05/31/07)
- TITLE: DEPUTY BAXTER from COOKIEPATCH
By Lisa Graham
LEAVE COMMENT ON ARTICLE
SEND A PRIVATE COMMENT
ADD TO MY FAVORITES
Flung her umbrella 100 feet and brought down a bad guy.
She tied the crook’s hands with the belt from her raincoat.
And during the next Sheriff’s election, she won every vote.
Hers was a one-stoplight town with the name of Cookiepatch.
Both she and the town were small - they were an even match.
When she talked, her loose dentures went “click, click, click,”
As the muscles in her long neck bounced like a pogo stick.
She loved sweet treats but her anger came in haste,
Whenever people forgot to floss and use toothpaste.
Everyday, she explored all the town’s nooks and crannies,
Rocked all the babies and gossiped with their grannies.
Life in Cookiepatch was pleasant and full of cheer.
There was never any crime, and no reason to fear.
No police car was needed. No siren was heard to howl.
All was safe and peaceful with Sheriff Della on the prowl.
Her one and only deputy didn’t wear a badge or a star,
He made his rounds on foot and never needed a car.
He didn’t carry handcuffs or wear a gun holster.
The tag on his collar read: “Deputy Baxter.”
Deputy Baxter’s grey uniform was always spit-shined, clean and neat.
His whiskers were dust-free, and he strolled along on fuzzy feet.
His eyes were large green saucers winking at everyone he met.
He had a crooked tail, but his ears and nose were soft as velvet.
This deputy was quick when chasing a dragonfly or rat.
Oh, I forget to mention . . . Deputy Baxter was a cat!
Deputy Baxter had serious duties in his job as a lawman.
He checked all the bird nests and raided every trash can.
When he and the Sheriff went on daily patrols,
It was his job to scare mice back into their holes.
Cookiepatch was the place bakers learned to make cookies.
Until they memorized the cookbook, they were called “rookies.”
One day, an evil baker by the name of Cookcrook,
Slipped into town and stole the secret cookbook.
Sheriff Della and the bakers set up roadblocks in town.
Then, she got her umbrella ready to bring him down!
Cookcrook skidded to a stop and left his car,
Oh, don’t worry . . . he didn’t get very far!
Della flung her umbrella, but, for once, she missed.
Then the day was saved when Baxter snarled and hissed.
With teeth bared, he scampered off, ready to attack.
He pounced, digging his claws deep into Cookcrook’s back.
Cookcrook tripped and fell helplessly.
He screamed, “This cat is hurting me!”
The bakers jumped for joy and danced in glee,
They gathered around to hug the fearless deputy.
A town party was held to honor Baxter’s lack of fear.
He purred contentedly as well-wishers drew near.
He received gifts of catnip and toys galore,
Anything and everything that all cats adore.
The bakers baked for days, creating many special sweets,
But everyone’s favorite was the cat-shaped cookie treats.
So, the next time you’re at the supermarket, stop by the cookie aisle,
Look for “Baxter’s Treats” – chocolate marshmallow cats with a smile.
Author’s note: Flesch-Kincaid Grade Level – 4.3
The opinions expressed by authors may not necessarily reflect the opinion of FaithWriters.com.
Accept Jesus as Your Lord and Savior Right Now - CLICK HERE
JOIN US at FaithWriters for Free. Grow as a Writer and Spread the Gospel.