Henry Hedgehog Finds a Home

Mix 'n' Match #1

 https://susannahill.com/2021/05/10/here-we-go-again-mix-n-match-mini-writing-challenge-take-2/

Mix ‘n’ Match #1

Henry Hedgehog Finds a Home

by Elizabeth Muster

Used to Henry liked to roam

Now he wants a comfy home.

First he met some porcupines.

They looked like him with their spines.

“We’re much bigger, can’t you see?”

“So you don’t have room for me?

Can I sleep here just one day?

I’ll curl up out of the way.”

When night came he left again

At a barn he wandered in.

“Who might you be?” asked the horse.

“Henry, a hedgehog, of course.” 

“I know some hogs. Come with me.”

“We aren’t the same. Can’t you see?”

“While you’re here, eat fruit with us.”

“That is nice, so I won’t fuss.”

Down the hill he found a plot.

Leaves, branches, the perfect spot.

In the soil he burrowed deep.

Eighteen hours he did sleep.

After ‘while he found a mate

Six weeks later there were eight.

Henry would no longer roam.

He had finally found his home.

Beach Clouds

 Mix ‘n’ Match #5

https://susannahill.com/2021/06/07/2021-mix-n-match-mini-writing-challenge-week-5/

Concept = Weather

Location = Beach

Beach Clouds (WC 235)

By Elizabeth Muster

When we came to the beach, I hoped it would be sunny every day. But there were always some clouds in the sky.

On Monday, there were thin, white clouds. Mom called them cirrus clouds. Even though it’s warm at the beach, she said cirrus clouds are made of ice crystals. It looks like someone painted them with a thin brush of white paint onto the bright blue sky. It was a great day to be outside. 

On Tuesday, there were big, puffy piles of white clouds in the sky. Big brother says these are cumulus clouds. They are made of warm air and water droplets that reflect the sun. He says there will still be good weather today.

But on Wednesday morning the clouds were dark grey. We could not go to the beach because there was lightning, thunder, and rain. Dad says weather like this comes from nimbus clouds. They are a mixture of warm air and cool water. We stayed inside and watched movies and played games. 

On Thursday morning it was hard to see the beach through the fog. Big sister says those are stratus clouds that happen when the air gets warmer. Eventually the thick blanket lifted and we could go play. I was glad since today was our last day of vacation.

As we drove home on Friday, I watched out the window for the different types of clouds.

Little Star with a Big Attitude

 Susanna Leonard Hill's

Mix 'n' Match #4

https://susannahill.com/2021/05/31/2021-mix-n-match-mini-writing-challenge-week-4/

Little Star with a Big Attitude

by Elizabeth Muster

Twinkle, Twinkle Little Star

Hey, who are you calling little?

I’m not little. Blackberries are little.

I rival the size of your planet, Earthling.

How I wonder what you are.

What am I? What are you?

I’m simple. Hydrogen and helium.

You’re bunch of mixed up elements.

Up above the world so high.

True. I’m light-years away from you.

Even a spaceship couldn’t reach me.

I’m so much farther away than the moon.

Like a diamond in the sky.

Okay, I get it. I light up. You don’t.

I’m not a gem in a necklace.

I shine because I'm nuclear.

Twinkle, Twinkle Little Star

All right, all right. I twinkle. I’m a star.

Sing a song about me if you want.

But if you want a wish, go pluck a daisy.

The Unicorn's Horn

Susanna Leonard Hill's

Mix 'n' Match #3

https://susannahill.com/2021/05/24/2021-mix-n-match-mini-writing-challenge-week-3/

The Unicorn's Horn

by Elizabeth Muster

Uni was ever forlorn

As he’d sadly lost his horn

He wore a pink party hat

So none could discover that.

He went to the ice cream shop

The cone wouldn’t stay on top.

He borrowed a traffic cone;

He should have left it alone.

He begged a rhinoceros,

Who really put up a fuss.

Almost convinced an odd whale,

But the narwhal did prevail.

He found an old horn to toot,

That was the wrong kind -- oh shoot!

He stomped his hoof in dismay

A mare came over his way.

“Why must you throw such a fit?

You’re beautiful without it.”

Then Uni realized, of course,

That he was simply a horse.

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The Egg Hunt

By Elizabeth Muster

WC 144

Henrietta the hen peck-peck-pecked impatiently at Easter Bunny’s door. ““My egg is missing!”  

“Well,” Easter Bunny wiggled his nose. “I usually hide the eggs, but I’ll help you look.” 

They picked through Pig’s trough. His egg was plastic.  

They checked Cat’s bed. Her egg was chocolate.

They headed to Horse’s stall and discovered a bright pink basket with a white egg. 

“Where did you find this egg?” Easter Bunny questioned Horse.

“In the hen house,” replied Horse.

“That is not an Easter egg,” Henrietta clucked. “That’s my egg!”

Horse whinnied. 

The egg rattled.Then it cracked.

A little beak and yellow feathers popped through the shell. “Peep!”

“My baby!” exclaimed Henrietta. 

Horse hung his head. “I just wanted to find an egg like everyone else.”

The fluffy baby chick hopped onto Horse’s nose.

“I think you’ve found something even better,” said Easter Bunny. “A friend.”

 Yesterday I entered #PBParty. Today I'm entering the story below to Vivian Kirkfield's #50PreciousWords. Thursday is #PitMad, and some time this week or next I'm going to email my 12x12 Gold query to Charlotte Wenger. Woah! And did I mention I'm working full time and have a 5-year-old? So thankful for the encouragement from my CPs and the support of my husband. 

Sorry, Snowman

By Elizabeth Muster

Your body’s rather lumpy.

Your head’s not very round. 

I only had one branch. 

No carrots could be found. 

My dad took his scarf back. 

Mom snatched her favorite glove.

Today’s high is forty.

There are no clouds above.

I won’t forget you, Snowman.

For today you have my love.

I had high hopes for February. I never heard a word from Author Mentor Match. I didn't get any love on PBPitch. My Valentiny story was not a finalist. The only thing I know for certain at this point is that if I quit, I will never get published...and I still find writing fun, so I may as well keep at it! I have written two full manuscripts during these snow days!

Haikus on being a Writer

I feel like a fraud

A middle-aged white woman

Writing cutesy scripts

How do I become

The author every agent wants

Who writes good stories

Teaches them something

Gets readers to laugh out loud

Makes them love reading 

The next Kate Messner

Maybe Kate DiCamillo 

While still being me