She took one of the mysterious seeds and tossed it back into her basket. Looking down she noticed that her basket was empty.
“Now where did all the seed go?” Becky said looking up onto the roof. There on the roof was a raccoon staring back at her with his dark, black, mask-covered face.
“Hey you stop stealing my seeds!” Becky said hollering as she shook her basket at the raccoon. Immediately the raccoon took a handful of seeds and threw them at Becky. Before she knew it, she was covered in seeds.
Peeking up again at the raccoon, she noticed it was gone.
“Where did it go,” Becky thought.
Suddenly as it disappeared, it reappeared in front of Becky with a handful of seeds. Becky held out her basket as the raccoon placed a handful of seeds back into her basket.
Smiling, Becky got on her knees to help pickup the seeds. Before long fifteen minutes had past and all the seeds were placed in the basket. Waving goodbye the raccoon scampered off.
“Thank you, come back next season.”
The raccoon did come back every season, as long as he could have his share of the mysterious seeds.
Amber Entzminger is a native Californian with a Bachelor’s degree in Liberal Arts from Cal State San Bernardino. Amber has been married six years and has two children ages five and one. She's been published in Stories for Children magazine, won a contest conducted by Crow Toes Quarterly and will have a song published in Whimsy Magazine. Entzminger is a member of the blue board and part of a children’s writer critique group.
© 2008 Amber Entzminger. Original for CCF (Entzminger 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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