We all need a Plan B sometimes. Mom had a new story going strong. But she got stuck. So she skipped a few lines and started the same story over again a different way. She liked it better! Plan B success. Then she got stuck again. She sat over it for a little while staring at the computer. Tomorrow, she is moving on to something else. I guess that’s Plan C. She’ll begin a new story and forget about this one for now.
Sometimes, I need a Plan B, too. When Mom was walking with me in the field, we noticed that the soccer nets were all brand new. We walked closer to check them out. One of us got a little too close.
I used to get caught like a tuna in the old nets a lot, so we stopped walking there. Mom said, “Again? Really??” and “Is your brain THAT tiny?” and “We’re done here.”
But I wasn’t “done here” so I gave it another shot. This time I tried to bite my way out.
In a little while, Mom showed me how to walk around the side of the net so I wouldn’t get stuck.
I wish I could show her how not to be stuck in her story… Before she gets to Plan Z. Oh! I know! How about a dog story?