Most of you already know the routine, but if you're new, here's the shtick. Raven gives us an assortment of words each week and we come up with a paragraph or short story using all of them. Here's what we had to work with this week.
Ten Word Challenge: pogo stick, ant farm, psychic, tin box, wall safe, Waterloo, surge protector, pneumonia, ravages of time, turtle
And for the Mini Challenge: Swollen ankles, opera singer, toothy grin, oil paints, potter’s wheel
It didn't exactly take a psychic to know what was about to happen. The ravages of time had reared its ugly head and although it had only been two weeks, to a house bound little boy of six years recovering from pneumonia, it felt as if it were a lifetime. Boredom had taken over long ago and little Johnny decided it was time to get creative. He'd long since grown tired of his pet turtle Manchester, and even the tin box full of his prized collection of army men no longer kept his interest. What he really wanted to do was to go outside and bounce on his pogo stick, but his mother wasn't about to allow that just yet.
Then it came to him, looking high up on the wall, safe from his reach, so his mother thought, was the ant farm he'd been instructed not to touch. This was just the type of challenge little Johnny was looking for, and with a couple of strategically placed pieces of furniture, it was in his grasp. "Next", he thought, "I need an energy source." Then it came to him, reaching behind his desk, he pulled out a surge protector and placed the little plastic home of about a hundred and fifty live ants on top of it. Now the only thing left to find would be his Waterloo brand "Super Soaker Squirt Gun", but where the heck had he put it?
Desperately he searched every nook and cranny of his cluttered room until, "PING!" the light bulb went on. Suddenly he realized the critical missing component to his "energize the ants" plan was outside, across the yard, in the shed. Tiptoeing down the stairs, Johnny tried to be as stealthy as possible. He'd nearly made it to his goal when he heard footsteps coming up behind him, and then the voice of his mother stating more than asking, "I hope you're not going after that pogo stick again young man."
Without thinking he replied, "No mom, I need my squirt gun so I can make my ants dance!"
As soon as the words left his lips he knew he'd been caught!
Who'd ever heard of an opera singer with swollen ankles and a toothy grin? Well that's exactly what Herman created with oil paints at his eclectic little art studio, "The Potters Wheel".