Sunday, 25 April 2010
NaPoWriMo #25 - The threats hang like stone-coloured clouds
The threats hang like stone-coloured clouds
Behave. If you don’t behave, you’ll get no
That’s not yours, is it? No, it isn’t.
icecream. No, or pop.
So sorry, he seems to have a mind of his own when it comes to
Don’t put that in your mouth! It’s
whether or not to listen.
dirty. See? Not nice having sand in your
Get away from the dogs!
teeth, all gritty. Yuck.
I don’t think they want to eat sand from your spade
Don’t pick up other people’s rubbish. Oh,
and they might think it’s okay to eat you.
okay, well, don’t play with it – let’s just dig a hole
The sea does sound like it’s roaring, doesn’t it?
and bury it there. Go on, dig!