Adults

In her right hand she held a scissors. In her left, a big chunk of hair.
“Oona, what did you do?” the Dad asked his 3 year old daughter.
“Nothing!” she innocently replied.
“Did you cut your hair?”
“No, the lady did it.”
“What lady?”
She shrugged her shoulders and smiled coyly.
“Does my hair look pretty now?”
“YES!”
.....He had been smitten since the day she was born!

It was a hot and steamy summer day, so I decided to ride my bike to the corner store for a bottle of soda. As I rode past the woods, I looked down by the creek and saw three little baby bunnies staring at the polluted water they could not drink from. I turned around and went home for a glass of cold water. There was enough plastic pollution on the Earth.

She was sitting forlorn, moving to and fro on her rocking chair. With a desperate heart and a face, pale and gloomy, she closed her anxious eyes. Tenderly folding her wrinkled hands, she thoughtfully whispered a wish. Soon, she heard some soft, familiar steps and a cheerful voice whispered in her ears “Happy Mother’s Day Mom!” With a delightful heart and glistening eyes, she spread her loving arms to embrace her doting daughter!

She had always fantasized about creating her own magical garden. So there she was, sitting all adorned and embellished, amidst the shady trees, fragrant flowers, colorful butterflies, whispering in her ears. Sipping her warm zesty tea, she chitchatted with her buddy bunny, pal teddy and chirpy feathered chums! Soon, she heard her mom say “Good night Princess, hope you liked the story!” She slept, all ecstatic and elated to visit her Enchanted Garden!

He had come home, finally and I opened the garage door, forgetting that Lizzie, our cockatiel was out of her cage, perched on my shoulder. She flew toward him, missing his arm, continuing out the door to the tallest oak on our lawn. I brought out her bag of seed, thinking the familiar recognition of her next meal would bring her back down. As fish swim in the sea, Lizzie flew to freedom.

Magenta, 7, and her owner Leah walked their neighborhood daily. There weren’t many streets, but they created routes. Magenta was sweet and quiet, but bike riders, other dogs and cars scared her. She BARKED! Thursday, they walked down Leonard Dr. when a runner frightened Magenta. The barking began. Across the street, a woman told her little grandson, “Don’t go near the dog. It’s a mean dog” Hurt, Leah asked, “Why?” The woman answered, “Because it barks.”