Yeah! I’m over the hump. It’s Week 5 of Susanna Leonard Hill’s, Summer Short & Sweets challenge.
Sorry, still no sweets.
“First, choose an emotion. Second, choose an animal that emotion makes you think of – either similar or opposite.
Pick an adjective that compares/relates/associates your animal to your emotion (e.g. if you chose angry and cat, you might choose hissing, spitting, or twitchy for your adjective)
Write an action filled phrase describing how the animal moves (e.g. if you chose cat you might say slinking, slitted eyes shifting suspiciously)
Write a phrase telling where the animal lives (e.g. if you chose monkey you might say in the crown of the rainforest)
Write a phrase that either tells readers why the animals acts the way it does, or possibly how others react to it (e.g. if you’re writing about an angry monkey you might say screeching for the baboon’s banana)
Put it all together like this:
is [a/an/the] adjective from #1 animal
action filled phrase from #2
phrase telling where animal lives from #3
phrase telling why animal acts that way or how others react to it from #4”
Yesterday, (Friday morning), Week 5’s challenge sat in my inbox.
I rubbed my hands, eager to give it a whirl.
A client called agitated, insisting she needed help choosing fabric.
When am I going have to time to write Week 5’s challenge?
There’s no way I’m finding myself at the bottom of Susanna’s list, again.
I showered and dressed (good thing).
Grabbed my decorator’s toolbox.
Lugged it, storming to the car.
Revved the engine and backed out.
Clunk, clunk, clunk.
Jammed the gear stick into park.
Released the latch on the hood.
Shoved open the door.
Stomped to the front of the car.
Raised the hood. (Ready for my challenge?)
And what did I find…but
An agitated, stiff-necked, red squirrel
Chest thrust in a challenged stance
Flicking a bushy-tail
Barring teeth sharper than a razor
Nattering like an old woman
Atop a carpeted, grassy drey
Wedged between steamy pipes
Under the hood of my BMW
Guarding winter’s walnut stash
Talk about road rage.
Okay, there was no red squirrel under the hood, but I chucked at least fifty walnuts into the field and yanked out a withered nest. I don’t have a photo of an agitated, red squirrel, and in my agitated state I forgot to take a photo of the walnuts piled under the hood. So this morning, I snapped a pathetic photo of chewed walnuts.
And to think I was agitated because I couldn’t stay home and write Week 5’s challenge.
What agitates you? What agitates your children? How do you react?
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