Thursday December 25th, 2008

The exercise:

Merry Christmas to all, I hope the holiday season finds you in good health and in better company.

The countdown ends, on the 200th day in a row of writing practice, with the starter: a partridge in a pear tree.

Mine:

"What's that bird doing in our tree?" Tim asked Becky.

"I'm not sure but that is one lovely hymn," Becky told Tim.

"But it's eating all of the pears!" Tim said with an angry glare.

"Well maybe it doesn't eat meat," Becky replied without missing a beat.

"We need to get rid of it before it calls the rest of its flock," Tim muttered as he picked up a rock.

"If you do that I will tell mother," Becky warned her little brother.

"Oh fine, let's go play tag under the bluff," Tim said with a shrug, falling for her bluff.