Previous Challenge Entry (Level 4 – Masters)
Topic: BLUE (11/09/17)
TITLE: No, It's Bue
By Wilma Schlegel
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Here’s the story from Mazie’s perspective.
We were all in the car coming back from Willa’soccer game. Willa and me were in our car seats and I wanted to play.
“Momma can I pwetend that I’m five years old and I’m a yost cat?”
“Of course you can Mazie”
But I decided not to play that so I asked, “Momma can I pwetend that I’m nine and my name is Emily and I am fying?”
“Well, yes Mazie but I named you Mazie because I love that name, just like I love the name Willa,” She reached back and patted Willa’s knee. “And you’re my little Mazie,” she said as she patted my knee too.
“I’m Emily,” I said.
“Of course you are,” Momma said and then she talked to Gran. “She does this all the time. I’m starting to wonder if she knows real from pretend. Will she grow out of this?”
“I think she’s adorable.” Gran was smiling at me when she said that.
“Gwan can we pwetend that we’re girls and we have pink hair?”
“And pink shoes and pink socks and pink jackets?” Willa asked me. “Because you like pink so much?”
“I do yike pink,” I said to Willa.
“I know, everybody knows,” Willa said and motioned to us all.
When I said that, Momma raised her eyebrows at Gran.
“Really you’re Mazie,” Gran said. “Do you remember when you wanted to have a pink parade?”
“Pink is my favowit colwer.”
“And you wanted a pink parade. So we got everything we could find that was pink and we marched through the house.” Momma said.
“It was fun!” I smiled.
“Remember when you wanted to have a pink yard sale?” Gran asked.
“That was an interesting concept,” Momma shook her head (but she was laughing).
“Momma can I pwetend that I’m five and I’m widing my horse “back pots”
“And will you be Mazie?”
“Well I might be …” I started to talk but I saw something outside of my car window when we were pulling up to Gran’s mailbox.
“I see a beagle!” I said.
It was very pretty. I knew Gran would like to see it. She is always pointing at them to show Willa and me. This one wasn’t big and brown with a white head like that last one that she showed us. And it was just sitting there, not flying in big circles high in the sky like that one that she liked so much. She had just pointed at that one and said, “Look at the beagle up there!”
“A beagle?” Momma asked.
“How do you know what a beagle is?” Gran wanted to know.
(Because she showed me!)
“What beagle, where is it?” Willa asked.
“It’s there,” I pointed, but they didn’t look where I was pointing.
“Not only do I not see any beagles, I don’t see any dogs at all,” Gran said. “Are you pretending? Is it a pink beagle?”
“No,“ I said. And when she still didn’t look I told her, “It’s bue”.
Well that made her turn around and look.
I still don’t know if she saw it because when she really looked where I was pointing, she didn’t say anything about the beagle. She just said something weird. It sounded like “Anindigobunting!”.
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