“Is your homework done?” Mama asked of Wendell.
“I can’t do it.” He whined. “I don’t have a pencil.”
“Don’t just sit there and cry. That pencil won’t come to you.
Solve your problem my child. It is quite simple to do.”
Wendell then closed his eyes. He let his thoughts run wild.
I think I know what to do. To himself, he smiled.
He waved his hands. He waved his legs.
“ABRACADABRA!” He yelled.
His magic, however, failed.
He ran to the backyard, sharpened the big tree.
He hoisted it on his shoulders.
A difficult pencil it proved to be.
He returned to his seat, just about to cry.
He thought of giving a quest.
That was worth a try.
He summoned his minions. He offered them a treat.
They refused the summons – the reward was so cheap.
He slumped on his chair. He grumbled and grumped.
“Ten seconds!” Mama glared.
“That is your final prompt.”
“If you want to spend time with the wizards and trolls
just have this catastrophe under control.
Or you can sit and stare all through the day
and have your friends wait, get bored, then –
Their fate and yours are in your hand.
Choose. And choose well, my little lad.”
So Wendell lifted himself from where he reclined,
reached across the table where the pencils were consigned.
They’ve been there all along. Under his nose. In plain sight!
The solution was simple. It needed no wizard’s might.
That silly piece was inspired by the little people, and written for the little people and because of the little people. Names have been changed to protect the identity of the little people who might feel slightly alluded to. 😉
This joins the archives of
under the “WILD” category. On a more sober note, the challenge this week is to write a 33-333 word response to the word “WILD” –
(2) : emotionally overcome; also : passionately eager or enthusiastic