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One December Night (Continuation 1) Before they could get to the front door to see, their dad shouted down, “Don't go there. Let me!” “Wait children.” he said from the top of the stairs. You girls go and sit at the table in your chairs.” “Why are you up and playing about?” Those are the words Father asked in a shout., Quickly, he walked down those stairs on that night to see what was there outside in the moonlight. The girls in their chairs looked away from Dad's glares. And in the next moment, Mother bounced downstairs, too. She had heard all of the ruckus and scampering around. But she had not yet heard the loud kazoo sound. She saw the girls sitting at the table with the kitten. “Come to the kitchen.” Their mother said. Let's have some cookies and gingerbread. After making hot chocolate, she continued to say, “We can look at the stars. Honey, come show us mars!” They sat at the table underneath a skylight. Hot chocolate and cookies were already in sight. But before they could take their very first bite, the door flew open. Oh, what a fright! There silhouetted in the light of the bright glowing moon, the bumpy old toad stood, humming a tune. And right beside him close to his feet was a bright brown sack with a blinking red bow. “Merry Christmas.” he said, as he walked right on in. He sounded like Santa and he had a big grin. But they did not know him. He wasn't their friend. What should they do? For whom should they send? He wanted to stay. They thought he should go. What would they do? They did not know. In the very next moment, he took out his kazoo! “A Kazoo! A Kazoo! I knew.” shouted Sue. He pulled up a chair. They started to stare. He sat down at the table, the best he was able. A frog at the table! Whoever heard of such? And Dad did not like it. Oh, no, not very much! The frog there beside them at the table where they munch. Picked up a cookie and ate it with a crunch. It should not be so. Let everyone know. That bumpy old frog simply must go! Dad started to tell him to get out of their house. But about that time across the floor ran a mouse. So, Dad grabbed the broom and chased the mouse about. While the frog at the table calmed the children's frantic shouts. (To be continued...) © Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen December 5, 2009 Inspired by: Poetrysoup member's Contest Anything Goes! Sponsored by: Constance La France (I took you at your word... It's a LONG story.)

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One December Night (Continuation 1)

One December Night (Continuation 1) Before they could get to the front door to see, their dad shouted down, “Don't go there. Let me!” “Wait children.” he said from the top of the stairs. You girls go and sit at the table in your chairs.” “Why are you up and playing about?” Those are the words Father asked in a shout., Quickly, he walked down those stairs on that night to see what was there outside in the moonlight. The girls in their chairs looked away from Dad's glares. And in the next moment, Mother bounced downstairs, too. She had heard all of the ruckus and scampering around. But she had not yet heard the loud kazoo sound. She saw the girls sitting at the table with the kitten. “Come to the kitchen.” Their mother said. Let's have some cookies and gingerbread. After making hot chocolate, she continued to say, “We can look at the stars. Honey, come show us mars!” They sat at the table underneath a skylight. Hot chocolate and cookies were already in sight. But before they could take their very first bite, the door flew open. Oh, what a fright! There silhouetted in the light of the bright glowing moon, the bumpy old toad stood, humming a tune. And right beside him close to his feet was a bright brown sack with a blinking red bow. “Merry Christmas.” he said, as he walked right on in. He sounded like Santa and he had a big grin. But they did not know him. He wasn't their friend. What should they do? For whom should they send? He wanted to stay. They thought he should go. What would they do? They did not know. In the very next moment, he took out his kazoo! “A Kazoo! A Kazoo! I knew.” shouted Sue. He pulled up a chair. They started to stare. He sat down at the table, the best he was able. A frog at the table! Whoever heard of such? And Dad did not like it. Oh, no, not very much! The frog there beside them at the table where they munch. Picked up a cookie and ate it with a crunch. It should not be so. Let everyone know. That bumpy old frog simply must go! Dad started to tell him to get out of their house. But about that time across the floor ran a mouse. So, Dad grabbed the broom and chased the mouse about. While the frog at the table calmed the children's frantic shouts. (To be continued...) © Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen December 5, 2009 Inspired by: Poetrysoup member's Contest Anything Goes! Sponsored by: Constance La France (I took you at your word... It's a LONG story.)