Daily Prompt: A Dog Named Bob

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You have 20 minutes to write a post that includes the words mailbox, Bluejay, plate,syrup and ink.And one more detail….. the story must include a dog named Bob.

Sally’s little daughter cried every day, since she saw her friend Samantha’s got a cute little puppy.

All she ever said every day was,  ” Mom, I want a puppy too.”

A puppy her Mom would say but you don’t know how to take care of it, Jenny.”

Jenny would not give up crying so Mom went to SPCA to look for one. “This one is abandoned by his owners, they had named him Bob,  please do not change his name, stick to the name Bob.”

Jenny was ready to call him Bob, “what’s in a name she said, we had to  give him a name, now that he has one we’d certainly call him Bob.”

So the family agreed to call the puppy Bob. Bob had some peculiar habits, whenever the mailman came, he’d jump up to see what was in the mailbox.

His food had to be served on a plate or he refused to eat. One day Jenny and her dog were busy playing in their front lawn, suddenly a Bluejay landed on the fountain and started drinking water. Bob was thrilled he tried hard to catch the bird but it flew away. That evening he was in a bad mood , he didn’t come to Jenny but sat in the corner of the verandah and started sulking.

Jenny wanted to play with Bob, but he was in no mood, Jenny poured a tiny bit of syrup in Bob’s bowl of water to see if he’d be interested to drink it, Bob came slowly and licked it once, he never had sweet water before he was delighted he lapped it up within minutes.

Next day Jenny got a bottle of ink she filled her pen and practiced her writing, Jenny forgot to put the cover on the bottle, well jeepers keepers Bob was in a jovial mood he rushed to Jenny to give her hug,  he toppled the bottle and spilled all the remaining ink, Mom was unhappy when she saw the mess.

Jenny defended Bob by saying, “Mom he’s only a dog he doesn’t know how to be careful!”


DP Daily Prompts: Zoltar’s Revenge

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In a reversal of Big, Tom Hank’s classic from the 80s, your adult self is suddenly locked in the body of a 12-year-old kid, how do you survive your first day in school?

I did not watch Tom Hank’s , ‘Big’, I don’t know the story and I could not find it on YouTube.

I assume I’ll have to write my story of suddenly locked  in the body of a 12-year-old kid.

Today is my first day in this strange school, everyone is staring at me passing negative comments. It’s not my fault the magician locked me in the body of a twelve-year- old ignorant kid. I begged the sorcerer to change me back to my real self, he refused, told me perhaps I have forgotten how it was to be a twelve-year-old kid in school. He wanted to refresh my memory.

“I’ll keep you locked just for one day and then I’ll free you.”

I believed his promise, I went to school,telling myself it’s only for a day how tough can it be, the other twelve-year- old kids  knew I was new in that school,they got their opportunity to fool me when I asked one of them where the Principal’s office was, she drew a map for me which according to her was the fastest way to get to the principal’s office.

I carefully folded the map and put it in my pocket I was thirsty and needed a drink the fountain luckily was close by, I stopped, had my drink and took out the piece of paper that the girl handed  me. I was impressed by the map she drew, wow, I thought she’ll be a  famous artist when she grows up.

I then concentrated on the map, right then left, I kept going but could not see the principal’s office, where is it I said to myself but my loud voice, got the attention of the cleaning woman. She smiled and said,”where is what?”

The principal’s office I replied, she looked at me as if I had two horns on my head.

“Is that where you think you are going?”

Well yes I said I’m following the map she drew for me.

“Who drew this map?” she asked.

I don’t know I didn’t ask her , I replied.

It must be Jenny, she said, she always looks for new kids, to fool them.

But how will I find the principal’s office, I said.

The principal is in a meeting it won’t be over till 5 p.m., I suggest you go home,the school is over you won’t find anyone but me and the custodian.

I didn’t want to be lost again, I asked her to take me to the exit door,  she gladly agreed.

My day locked in a twelve- year-old’s body ended with not too much trouble, it could have been worse had I not met the cleaning lady!