Cupid was at it again. Unfortunately, his aim was off. The arrow he shot ricocheted off a tree and hit Scroodge.
Scroodge saw Timmy standing under a tree.
“Timmy, is that you?” He croaked.
Timmy looked around for an escape but didn’t see one. “Yes, Mr. Scroodge. I was just waiting here until my dad got off work.”
“Throwing stones, are you?” He demanded sternly.
He would have run, but his limp leg wouldn’t let him walk faster than a turtle. “It wasn’t me,” he said.
“Hmmph! And who was it, Cupid?”
Timmy shrugged.
Scroodge glared.
“We’ll see what your father has to say about this. You’d think you’d be more grateful since the raise I gave him last Christmas!”
Meanwhile Cupid cocked another arrow. “I better fix this quickly, or else they’ll clip my wings,” he mouthed.
He aimed and fired!
Luckily, the old woman who lived in a shoe was walking her children to school. The arrow hit her so hard that she reeled and fell into Scroodge’s arms.
Cupid kept his wings that day. Scroodge fell deeply in love with the old woman and spent the rest of his life teaching her children manners.
Marine Yanikian-Sutton, from Los Angeles, CA, is a teacher, mother of two, and writer who enjoys traveling, reading, and writing.
© 2008 Marine Yanikian-Sutton. Original for CCF (Yanikian-Sutton grants CCF first electronic rights for one month; CCF may archive the material indefinitely and include it in an eBook anthology).
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