| Source: Children Come First http://www.childrencomefirst.com/burnt.shtml Contests He smelled something burning, tossed back the cozy, warm quilt and winced as his bare feet hit the chilly floor. “Wally, are you making toast again?” Taking
the stairs two at a time, and then grabbing the handrail to stop his
rapid descent, Buddy slid around the corner to land in the kitchen
almost before his hollered question got there. “Makin’ breakfast, Buddy!” said Wally. The
step stool was next to the sink where he’d left it last night. The
counter was littered with half a loaf of bread spilling out of its bag,
the uncovered butter peppered with toast crumbs, and not surprisingly,
Wally. “Wally! You little stinker! What am I gonna’ do with you?” Buddy chuckled before biting into a gritty slice of charcoal. “Love you, Buddy!” said Wally. Buddy
smiled, “Love you too, Wally.” He took a big swallow of cold coffee to
gag down the burnt toast before continuing, “Even if you ARE a lousy
cook, you’re all mine.” Interrupting, Wally nodded agreeably, “I’m a myna! Awk” Author's note: Wally, the myna in the story, is a bird who only |
lives in my imagination. He 'hatched' when I read the CCF first line
for this month's writing contest and then evolved into a character as
the story unfolded. Wally has a limited vocabulary and can put bread in
the toaster with his beak and press the toaster lever with his foot.