“Is it true that Mike’s book was given a starred review by Kirkus, Mama?” “It’s true, Sarah dear.”
Yep, for the third week in a row, I’m asking you to visit another blog.
I’d feel a little guilty about doing this if the blogs weren’t fantastic – but they ARE!
Susanna Leonard Hill, perhaps the most selfless person on the planet, has interviewed me! If you leave a comment over at her place by Wednesday, you will be entered in a random drawing to win a free copy of SARAH GIVES THANKS!
The Grand (and only) Prize!
So get going and good luck!
Oh, but you probably want extra copies for your family and friends, right? So while you’re waiting for Susanna’s contest results, feel free to buy the book here!
Here are the rules: The story cannot be more than 100 words. It has to be Halloween themed. And it must contain the words “black cat,” “spooky” and “cackle.”
Below is my (very) humble submission. Enjoy!
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SPOOKY PIGGY
“Boo!” Cuddles shouted. “Boooo! Did I scare you? Am I scary?”
“No,” Claude said, his eyes shut tight.
“Spooky, then? Wooooo! Boooo! Boo woo!”
“Guinea pigs are not scary.”
“Yes we are! Maybe not black cat scary like you, but we are.”
“I am not scary, just sleepy. And you are just noisy. Go.”
With a sad sigh, Cuddles went. Claude closed his eyes.
But then he heard something.
A terrible something.
BATHWATER!
Claude scurried under the daybed.
“Now, that’s scary,” Cuddles said, leaning against the faucet.
Remember when I asked that? It was a rather long time ago, I admit.
You responded — and your wish is my command. It might take me a while, but I will get to each and every one of your requests (even Sarah W’s).
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Since this Ask-Me-a-Question-and-I’ll-Answer-It thing is going a lot slower than I had everimagined, I thought I’d use today’s post to wrap up a few of the pithier questions:
Hm. Let me stew that one over…
Vanessa writes: “I would like a post about what you’re looking at on the ceiling please. That, or something about your favourite snacks.”
Oh, you lovely Brits. I love how you always throw in a superfluous “U” in words like “favorite.” Anyhoo, my favorite snack is ice cream. In the photo I am looking at the ceiling trying to figure out how ice cream got up there. Smart money says my son is somehow responsible.
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Limebird Beth writes: “I would like a post on what really is the cat’s whiskers.”
I’m assuming Beth wants to know what I think is the cat’s pajamas. If so, I have pretty much answered that question in this post. I would, however, like to add goats to that list. Hmm. Come to think of it, I did a post about goats, too.
I guess what I’m trying to tell you, Beth, is pay attention!
Hey, Look! A Writer Fellow! 