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Wednesday, November 22, 2017


It is a busy time as many of us prepare for Thanksgiving.  If you have the opportunity, be sure and participate in WORDS FOR WEDNESDAY.  Elephant's Child has provided the prompts for November.  The words for today are:


Here is my contribution this week.

Waxing Moon

SARA'S WALK by Granny Annie

It had been a perfect day for a walk along the river bank. Lots of people were fishing. Quietly they cast out, slowly reeling the line back across the water.

A group of children appeared out of nowhere and were dashing around the serious sportsmen. The kids showed no interest in the activities. The fishermen strongly cautioned the kids to be quiet, insisting they were scaring the fish. One person added some free advice, “If you don't go you will be chopped up and fed to the fish”. The naïve children took note of the warning. All ran away. A few were angry and some were crying.

Sara's walk was coming to an end. She gave a shrug hating to end the freedom she always felt on these adventures. The light was fading. She knew they would soon have a waxing moon because it always followed a full moon which had been the night before. The smell of winter's approach was in the air.

Her bucket was almost full. Sara had been carefully gathering acorns on her walk. Acorns were known as the ultimate survivor food, packed with fats and nutrition. Every year Sara gathered them. She would boil out the bitter tannic acids and grind them into flour.

Sara was disillusioned in her hope to find rose hips. Not only do rose hips provide a pop of color in the winter landscape, they’re also full of sweet pulp that can be eaten raw or boiled down for syrup, jam or tea. She would have to wait a few weeks for those special treats.

Walking in cool silence Sara heard a rustling near the path. She halted in her tracks to see what furry critter might emerge from the brush. She peered with squinted eyes. Swiftly the group of children from earlier tore out of the bushes yelling and screaming. They wore superhero shirts, had painted faces and set on Sara with a vengeance. “We will chop you up and feed you to the fish.” they expressed with great emotion.

It wasn't me!” Sara shouted. “I did not threaten you. It was the fishermen.”

The nuts tumbled and scattered around the path floor. There would be no acorn flour this year.


  1. Sigh. I hope the rotten kids go as hungry as Sara.

  2. Such nasty little younguns. You sent me to Google about acorn flour. New to me and interesting.

  3. Ah acorn flour, reminds me of delicious fry bread.

  4. A waxing moon following a full moon?? Are you sure you are an earthling?
    poor Sarah :(

  5. Oh poor Sara!
    not happy ending though story is told by you so beautifully ,great job!