by Bodwyn Wook
I Knew a Little Girl a long time ago in the 1990’s.
SHE Lived in Old Mankato, and She Was The Youngest Of Seven.
ONE Night as A Special Treat, She went to stay overnight ALL BY HERSELF with Her Grammy, in the Glenwood Ravine.
GRAMMY Lived in A Mysterious Old House with lots of Creaks (and, not a few Leaks–but these don’t happen in THIS story!)
THE Little Girl and Her Grammy had a Nice Time.
THEY Looked at Pictures Of Everybody in Grammy’s Scrapbooks.
THEY Had Pizza and Lemonade.
THEN They looked at more pictures from The Long Ago.
AND, To finish it all off then they had Ice-cream Sundaes.
AFTERWARD, The Little Girl and Her Grammy brushed Their Teeth (Grammy kept HERS in a glass full of soda-water!)
AND They said their prayers (“I hope my Big Brothers and Sisters aren’t TOO jealous of me tonight,” said the Little Girl to God with a private smile to Herself!).
THEN They went to bed.
THAT Night the Little Girl dreamed that she went on a Long Trip With Some Bears–in The Morning when she woke up, she was VERY hungry (because of all the Walking Around Under The Moon!)
AFTER Breakfast (Pancakes and LOTS of Orange Juice!), the Little Girl was still hungry.
“I’D Like to bake some Cookies,” said the Little Girl to Her Grammy. “But when I looked in The Cupboard, there wasn’t ANY Cookie-Mix! Please, Grammy,” said the Little Girl, “Can we go to The Store?”
“THAT’S Not necessary, Dear,” said Grammy with a smile. “We’ll just make Cookies FROM SCRATCH!”
SO They did, and the Little Girl helped.
FIRST, They dug around in The Cupboards and got out Flour and Sugar and Chocolate Chips and Walnuts and Raisins and Oatmeal.
AND Then they dug around in The Refrigerator and got out Milk and Eggs and Peanut-butter and Real Butter and Shortening. (I’m sure there were OTHER things, but because I only know how to boil water, I’m sure I don’t remember what they were!)
WHEN They had everything they needed out on the kitchen-table–THEN THEY MADE COOKIES!
THEY Made Sugar Cookies!
And Peanut-butter Cookies!
And Oatmeal Cookies (with Walnuts and Raisins!)
And All Sorts Of Other Mysterious Cookies (which are all the kinds the names of which I have forgotten about!)
AFTERWARD (After they’d eaten up about Half Of Everything, with LOTS of Lemonade!), the Little Girl went home to Her Family.
“DID You have a Good Time, Dear?” asked Her Mother.
“PIG Me! Pig Me!” said her Brothers and Sisters (who I am sorry to report were just a BIT jealous after all!)
THE Little Girl immediately went to work and shared around what remained of The Cookies (she’d had SEVERAL more in The Car!).
THIS Had the desired effect, and when Her Big Brothers and Sisters had all settled down–there were still LOTS of Cookies!–the Little Girl turned around and said to Her Mother with a Big Smile:
“I Sure did, Mom! We made Cookies FROM ITCH!”
[Emmett R Smith all rights reserved 28 May 2006]