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Write maximum 60 words including these words: Pickle, Raccoon, Sibling, Hysteria. Genre of your choice!
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6 Comments
Linda Vos
Help!
I’m in a terrible pickle. That raccoon is back in my attic and this time he brought a sibling. I’ve tried everything I can think of to keep him out and now I’m at my wit’s end. Pardon me while I indulge in a fit of hysteria.
Linda Vos
Ron Brooks
Linda, I love the play on “pickle.” Well-played.
Marlene Mesot
The Garbage Raid Plot
04/22/2022
Rachel raccoon urged her siblings onward. “Come on, it’s almost dark, let’s raid the campground garbage.”
Youngest brother Ralph remarked, “i…i…If we g…g…get caught, that c…c…c…could be a real p…p…pickle.”
Looking around, sharp eyed Randy, the oldest brother egged them forward. “Go ahead, I’ll be lookout. Everything’s quiet.”
Sirens suddenly sounded.
They hurriedly scampered hysterically away.
Ron Brooks
Marlene, I love this. How creative.
Ron Brooks
Before that cold, damp night camping with my younger siblings, I never appreciated the attraction that a jar of kosher pickles could hold for a pair of ravenous raccoons. And I learned something else. When raccoons are trapped in a tent with shrieking seven year-old twins, everyone freaks out, and the levels of noise and hysteria are something beyond cataclysmic.
Ron Brooks
Me, and my other siblings were sett’n in Joe-Jack’s truck, listening to his-steria and getting plum pickled on our granny’s special plum cider. That’s when we saw the raccoon and right before Joe-Jack hollered lunch and tried to shoot it through his own windshield. I’ll tell you. We ate plenty of glass but not too much coon.