“We shouldn’t do this.”

Laura pulled the ax out of her backpack.

“Stop! It’ll hurt the tree!”

Laura directed a querying finger at the wormy stump before planting her feet and lifting the tool.

Monique stepped closer.

“Don’t be daft,” Laura sighed. But she did lower her arms and gave her little sister a long look.

Monique’s eyes glittered. The gal was going to cry. Over a tree stump.

Then again, she’d bawled over a crushed ant and pouted for a week after Laura ate the goose’s egg.

“The bark will compost.” Laura tried. “And … we need fire wood.”



For Rochelle’s Friday Fictioneers

Photo: © Sandra Crook



44 thoughts on “Stumped

  1. Monique – my mother’s name and my middle name 😉 And she is such a softie, for sure. (My mother and I, not so much 😉 )
    Hopefully Laura can talk some sense into her on this particular issue.

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    • Yep, it sure is. And if she didn’t have Laura to make some of the more practical decisions for her … she’d have to grow up or figure out a way to become part of the food chain that isn’t THE food … 😉 All about balance!


  2. Na’ama Y’karah,

    I’m sure there’s no reasoning with the little sister. I can remember not wanting to eat Peeps when I was five. It made me sad to eat something so cute with a face. Cute story.



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