Little Johnny hurried down the sidewalk. Catching his breath upon reaching his school bus stop, he waited and waited.
Soon his fate began sinking in. He had missed the bus . . . again!
The warm and sunny morning invited him to walk across the street to a park. Curious and feeling playful, he explored and enjoyed some spontaneous fun. Readin’ and writin’ and rithmetic could wait a spell.
Minutes turned into a couple of hours. Feeling hungry, Johnny discovered a perfect hideout under a nearby pine tree. He pulled out his brown bag lunch.
Following a quick lunch, he felt a bit sleepy. Fresh air, plenty of exercise, and a filling lunch made him drowsy. Curling up under the tree, Johnny was soon snoozing on a bed of soft needles.
Stirring awake, the noise of his rickety school bus shuttling down the street reminded him that school was over for another day.
Upon reaching his house, Johnny’s loving mother met him at the door. Her stern-looking frown told him to watch out . . . caught again!
I love this. Very well written, love the imagery of sleeping on “soft needles”
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Suzette, thanks for reading. Yes, soft needles seemed a “perfect” bed for little Johnny.
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I really enjoy your stories!!
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A fun story! 🌟
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Thanks Susan! The story was fun to write, too.
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Awww! Sweet. 😊
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Thanks Nina. I had to decide whether to write about this theme in a poem or a sthort story. I think it worked better as a story.
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Well done, Mr. B!
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Love this; makes me think about the child life!
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Thanks for sharing Jim. The story does take the reader back to his or her innocent times from childhood.
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Yeah!
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in the long run, seems like skipping a day of school was worth those moments of freedom…
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Certainly! Sometimes we just need to admire the innocence and freedom of childhood.
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how true!
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Great poem! Sounds like Little Johnny enjoyed missing the bus. 😁
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Thanks Dawn. I wasn’t feeling too sorry for little Johnny by the end of the story.
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Aww so cute.
Missing the bus had moments of freedom and pleasure but reality soon set in when little Johnny saw his mum.😀
A great lesson for adulthood.
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Crissy, you summarized the story to a “T.” The only thing missing is seeing the faces of both mom and Johnny at the end of the story.
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I enjoy your story writing, Thank you for sharing .
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