Matt's forehead crinkled into rows as uneven as the ones in his small garden spot behind the house. His eyes wandered from the lined notebook page on the table in front of him to the red barn-shaped bird feeder beyond the kitchen window. "Warble," his mother said, glancing at the teacher's book as she clinked clean silverware into the drawer. Outside a flash of colour swooped down to the perch in front of the miniature white painted doors. The black and red bird opened his tiny mouth, releasing a repeating melody into the warm morning breeze. "Warble," his mother intoned again. "And don't forget to write a sentence using the wo--" Her sentence broke off as she turned to the table. "Matt, please pay attention. I want to finish your spelling test before we have to go do errands in town. Please. Warble. It's your second last word." Matt sighed and looked back at his paper, his previous eight spelling words carved in heavy pencil lines after the numbers 1-9. "OK, OK," Matt groaned. Bending over the page, his tongue poked out in concentration as he wrote.
warbul The black and red bird warbuled loudly.
*Once again inspired by captcha :)
warbul The black and red bird warbuled loudly.
*Once again inspired by captcha :)
Pretty cool! :D I like it. You and Janelle are so creative.
ReplyDeleteThanks! Just got an idea when I saw 'warbul' as a Captcha and wrote this up quick. I know it's not perfect, but it was fun to do some creative writing again :) And you're plenty creative, too, Christen! I miss reading your blog posts...I really need to catch up with you writing again.
ReplyDeletethat is a great story.
ReplyDeletei was trying to guess which matt it might be!!
you need to write more and more.