Friday, June 5, 2009

Sweet Honey cont.

Taylor and the cousins strolled around the block rubbing their hands together for warmth and pulling hats down over their ears. But, Taylor didn't care that her ears were pink from the cold. She didn't seem to feel it. She was mesmerized by Honey. Soon, she handed the leash to Dakota and Taylor pulled her hat down and rubbed her hands together, then stuffed them into her pocket. When they got home, there were 4 cups of steaming hot chocolate. They gulped them down. It was 10:30. They got out their toys. Taylor had gotten a dollhouse. She, Dakota, and Brooke played with that. Jordan and Matt messed with the clothes-chute. They would tie a string to a box and pull it up and down, write messages and then receive them. They would peer into the chute with a flashlight, and they would yell to each other through it. Only Matt thought it funny when he tossed his dirty and ah hem... STINKY laundry down onto Jordan. Then, the girls rushed into Taylor's room. This was Honey's new home. They made a temporary bed for her, because later this afternoon they were going shopping at Petco. Then they gave her a food and water bowl.

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At the pet store they bought a bed, a rubber mat to put her dishes on, toys, loads and loads of toys, cute leashes, a carrier, brushes. Then, Taylor's Mom pointed out, that Honey would grow up to be a bigger dog, so the carrier may not work. They put it back. When they had paid for everything with Taylor's allowance they went into a boutique and bought a bouquet of flowers for Taylor's mom. When they got home. They set everything up in Taylor's room and then shut the door. They wrote poems and told fictional stories about adventures that they had with Honey, she lay down and shut her eyes. At that point they all "awwwww"ed. When the boys came in Taylor snatched up the sleeping Honey defensively. Jordan laughed. Brooke shot him daggers. Matt came toward Taylor. "Come 'ere, Honey girl. I'm not gonna hurt you!" "No," Taylor said, "she's my dog."

3 comments:

EdwardsA@missouri.edu said...

I am looking forward to your next installment, Anna, although I know you will be traveling tomorrow and may have to wait until you get home to Bloomington.
Do you see yourself in one of your characters?
We had a clothes chute in our home in Stevens Point, and my brother and I had fun with it, as did the kids in your story!
XO Anne E.

Not Just Anna's Blog said...

We are sorry to leave the clothes chute in South Dakota, but excited to be home and see Chris/Daddy. I love this story, and how you are doing it in installments. oxox Mom

Kinkead's Kids said...

Anna, I love the way you use words to convey specific meaning - temporary rather than just a bed and snatched instead of grabbed or took away. There are many examples of your sophisitcated word usage.

I loved playing with the laundry chute at my grandmother's - I only got to viit her in the summer in Cincinnati - she had a three-storey home and you can imagine the fun we had sending things through the chute and running up and down the stairs. And, of course, things got jammed up between floors and we needed to use a mop or broom to plunge the mess!