NaBloPoMo DAY 29:
Wanted: A Home for the Holidays
This is a sad story. An accident of circumstance, if you will, with an ending that is yet to be written. In fact, how it ends is up to you. Will you rescue sweet, Little Bear, found hopelessly waiting in an open market?
The unfortunate mishap began when Little Bear and his family came to the outdoor market one recent Saturday. It was a busy day, as you can imagine, filled with a flurry of shoppers, but Little Bear was quite content and beaming with gratitude, as he sat atop the shopping cart. Happy to be alive, he thought to himself, as he considered how much he was cared for by his family.
From his vantage point, he could see the street vendors selling their wares, the flower stalls bursting with Begonias, Sunflowers and Lilly of the Nile, and take in the aroma of fresh, out-of-the-oven, French bread, and the distinct, tempting scent of his favorite food–honey!
What a delightful outing!
A perfectly crisp, sunny day, indeed, when suddenly, from out of nowhere, a careless boy on a skateboard nicked the shopping cart. Out fell Little Bear with a soft thump. The family, too distracted buying codfish for the stew that mother would be preparing for dinner that night, didn’t notice, and kept pushing the cart down the street.
Hours later, the pint-size fellow ended up here, in an alley, hoping in vain for his family to realize their loss and return for him. Alas, days passed and now all Little Bear hopes for is a home for the holidays. After all, the nights are getting rather chilly.
If you know someone who wouldn’t mind giving this tiny guy a special home for the holidays–and maybe even longer–please advise.
It might interest you to know that Little Bear can recite the alphabet, is partial to honey (very partial, actually), and a good listener. He’s a bit of a homebody, enjoying rainy days and cackling fires and, in case you’re wondering, he’s never learned to surf or tango, but is willing to try if needed. He likes running errands and other mundane activities, as long as you remember to keep track of him.
He’d also like me to point out that, though his nose and mouth might be askew from the fall he took, never fear: his heart is still in the right place. With a good scrubbing, he’ll be clean as a whistle and guaranteed to melt your heart. His words, not mine.
For the right family, Little Bear is willing to travel. At least, that’s what he claims, as I know he’s never been on an airplane and the thought of it does trouble him. But no worries. That’s a challenge he’s willing to overcome.
Anyway, if you would like more information, please inquire within. Only serious offers of love and pots of honey will be entertained. Again, his words, not mine.
Tomorrow is my last NaBloPoMo post! Thank you to all of you who have been reading these silly posts of mine. How I come up with these ideas, I haven’t a clue.
In any case, be sure to add your two cents for your chance at the prize. Announcement coming in early December–as soon as my fingers stop cramping from all this writing!