This is a fictional children's story about Punkin' Chunkin' and I've written the story in the voice of my Great-Niece, Reagan.
"We're going to the Punkin' Chunkin'," said Mama.
Little Reagan Blanche had never seen a pumpkin.
Dada drove up and up and up the Blue Ridge Mountains.
Pumpkins soared, sailed, and somersaulted through the blueberry skies.
Pumpkins rolled with a thunderous roar and splish splashed.
Dada gobbled, gorged, and goooooed pumpkin pie.
An airplane buzzed.
"Let's ride the plane," said Mama.
Watercolors plunk-plopped the trees.
People looked like ants on the ground.
A mechanical bull bar-bucked Dada.
Reagan Blanche fell asleep.
She dreamed of pumpkins zigzagging.
Pumpkins zigzesting.
Pumpkins zip lining the mountains.
7 comments:
What a marvelous story! I absolutely love it. And that scenery. It is hard to believe here where it is so flat that there is such beauty to see this time of year. Glorious!
Great post and story, Brenda Kay. I bet Reagan loved it.
What a fun story! And your pictures are beautiful and perfect for it.
Cute story. Hope Reagan didn't miss too much as she slept.
Beautiful blog
Beautiful blog
Cute story and nice pictures too!
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