Alec and Joel, who inspired me to write these stories;
Paul, my sweet birthday surprise;
and Dad and Mom, who first introduced me to the Hall.
Sticks and Stones
Kate leaned back against her favorite maple tree, her stuffed animal, Koali, sitting next to her. It was a beautiful, hot, sunny Saturday and she was playing pioneer. Jeans and a tee shirt weren’t exactly the right costume, but a bucket filled with dirty water, grass, leaves, and old pods sat next her; a delicious concoction she was making for the family dinner.
“Hey Kate, look at this!” Her brother Chris was running toward her, something clasped in his hands. Kate sat up and squinted, trying to make out the shape of whatever it was he was holding. Just as he got close enough for her to see his prize, he suddenly opened his hands wide, and threw a big, brown toad right in her lap.
Jumping up, Kate yelped and began dusting off her legs, trying to get the feeling of the slimy toad off her skin. Chris watched her, bending almost half way over as he laughed at his sister. Kate was not about to let this go without a fight.
“Chris, you big ugly meatloaf! Why do you have to be so mean all the time?” Still laughing, Chris stuck his tongue out at his sister and Kate searched her brain for something even meaner to say, something that would let Chris know exactly how horrible of a brother he was.