I got stuck today.
Mom’s friend, Chris came over to visit and she had LOTS of bags. She plopped them all down on the floor and walked away. I smelled something good. Gum! The kitchen sounded like talking and stirring so I went closer and closer to the pile of bags. By accident, my sneaky head went into the yummiest-smelling bag, but before I found any gum, I heard them coming. I quickly pulled my head out, but….
I was stuck! The handle wrapped around my neck and held me there. When Mom saw me, she said, “Uh-Oh.” and “Were you being naughty?” and “Where’s my camera?”
Mom knows about being stuck. Sometimes she gets stuck on a story and can’t think of what happens next. If she doesn’t get an idea, she works on a different story or writes a poem or goes to Barnes and Noble to read some books. Then she mind-writes for a few days until something good pops into her head, and she gets herself unstuck.
I wish it was that simple for me, but once that bag started strangling me, no mind-writing in the world would unstick my head. Embarrassing. And I didn’t even get any gum!