The separation had been easy for Little Sally, as she watched the two halves of the worm wiggle under her surveillance.
“Wash your hands! I don’t want that feral grunge giving you the chills”, called out Mother. “I mean it, Sally!”
She always though Mother was full of hogwash when it came to science experiments; gurgling with glee watching the wiggling, Little Sally was blissfully unaware of upcoming consequences as she stuck a wedge of Stilton cheese into her mouth. For Mother was heading towards her to enforce the hand washing policy with the business end of a wooden spoon.
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Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie… This week Yves has challenged us to write a story using these words:
1. Separation
2. Wiggle
3. Wash
4. Surveillance
5. Grudge
6. Feral
7. Chills
8. Wedge
9. Gurgling
10. Upcoming
11. Hogwash
12. Enforce
(image of earthworm by BIOLOGY JUNCTION)
ah, that wooden spoon will do much more damage than a bit of feral grunge
Maybe if we brought back the wooden spoon children would learn right from wrong.
Nice write up Ted. I really enjoyed it.