%%USERNAME%%    %%ACCWORDS%% %%ONOFF%% |
 |   Enter your story of 300 words or less. |
“Mom. Jimmy poked me in the eye.” A worried face burst through the doorway. “Can you see out of it?” Joey’s mother didn’t wait for an answer, but stooped to check for herself. “He took my puzzle book,” said Jimmy. “Puzzle books are expendable," said their mother. “You don’t go around hurting people over such trivial things.” “Yeah,” wailed Joey. “Your puzzle book is expandable. You could’ve expanded it and gave me half.” “Expendable,” said their mother. “And Jimmy could have ‘given’ you half. Not ‘gave’.” “What does 'expendable’ mean?” said Joey. “It means something that isn’t really important. We can always buy another puzzle book.” She glared at Jimmy, to make sure he was paying full attention. “But we can’t buy Joey another eye.” “Mr. Watson bought a new eye when he lost one of his.” “But he can’t see out of it.” “So he can only do half a puzzle,” said Joey. “Maybe you can do the other half of Mr. Watson’s puzzles,” he told Jimmy. Then he poked Jimmy in the eye. “Ow,” cried Jimmy. “Joey,” cried his mother. “Well,” said Joey. “He only needs one eye to do half of Mr. Watson’s puzzles.” “And I only need one hand to smack your bottom until it’s as red as a beet,” said his mother. “I hate beets,” said Joey. “I hate you,” said Jimmy. “Do you know what else is expendable?” said their mother. “Two little boys named Joey and Jimmy.” The boys looked at their mother, and at each other. Without a word, Joey picked up the puzzle book and handed it to Jimmy. Their mother smiled, bent down and kissed each boy on the forehead, and left the room, singing softly to herself. |
View Portfolio
Visit Notebook
Send Gift Points
Awards
Badges
Send Email
Community Newsfeed
General Discussion
Sponsored Items
Book of Trinkets
Static Items
Books
Groups
Interactive Stories
Audio
Campfire Creatives
Community Notes
Crossword Puzzles
Documents
Folders
Images
In & Outs
Madlibs
Photo Albums
Polls
Product Reviews
Quizzes
Survey Forms
Web Pages
Word Searches
