by James Chapman
In a certain garden a mouse was writing a story.
“What was that word?” said the mouse.
“Who?” said the owl.
“Not who”, laughed the mouse. “I had the best word to use in my story but now I can’t remember it.”
“Measure” said the inch worm who was scooting along the handle of a shovel.
“No, that’s not the word” said the mouse.
“Carrot” said the Rabbit.
“Hmm” said the mouse. “No, that’s not the word.”
“Cheese” said the moon in a very deep voice. Everyone looked up.
“I like cheese” said the mouse. “But that’s not the word.”
“String” said the spider.
“Hat” said the lady bug.
“Time” said the snail.
“Nope.”
“Nope.”
“Nope.”
“If only I could remember…” said the mouse.
A crow flew over the garden. The crow knew more words than anyone.
“Silhouette” said the crow.
“That’s the biggest word I ever heard” said the mouse! “But that’s not it either.”
“There are so many words” said the owl. “We could be here all night.”
Three kangaroos jumped into the garden. They hopped around singing, “Zabloop, zabloop! Zabloop! Zabloop, zablooop, zabloooop…”!
“That’s it!” shouted the mouse. “Now I remember. The word is zabloop.”
“Zabloop isn’t even a word”, said the crow. “Shhhhh, it’s bed time”, said the moon in a very deep voice.