Wednesday, February 11, 2015

Ike and Zeke

Thanks to all who stopped by to join in last Wednesday!

Here's hoping some of you might join me in posting a story with a picture for Wednesday Wit and Wisdom.  The challenge is to post a picture, then write a short story or a poem about the picture.  When you have your story written, you can link up for others to read.  Feel free to also add your picture and story to another link of your choice. The link up is on my WWW page here.




Here's my story for this week, along with the picture. Enjoy!

Ike and Zeke were waking up after spending the entire day languishing in their den in the hollow of the old oak tree.  Ike stretched out his legs and poked at Zeke. Darkness was all around them.

"Hey, buddy, we gotta git goin'! It's garbage day tomorrow, so those city folks have their trash cans out tonight. There should be some fine vittals in those cans." Zeke curled back into a ball and ignored Ike.

"I said, let's get goin', man. I know just the place for us to do some scavengerin." Ike pushed Zeke's back to rouse him.

"Okay, okay, I'm comin', Ike. What's your big hurry? We got all night!"

"There are others around who will be lookin', too, Zeke. We don't wanna be the last ones at the site!"

The two of them scurried out of the log, charged across the snow covered forest floor, dodged two cars on the icy road, and finally arrived at the subdivision gate.

"If we wait here for a car to go through, we can sneak through the gate on this side. No one will see us." Ike was always the ring leader.

They waited patiently, hidden by the large rosemary bush beside the gate. Finally a car came to the gate, and it opened on command. Ike and Zeke scuttled inside before it could close again. Just a couple of houses down the street, a large trash can sat invitingly next to the culvert on the street. Ike stretched his legs, reached up to the lid, and pushed with all his might to get it open. It fell to the sidewalk with a clatter, scaring them momentarily. But the aroma of the discarded food caught their attention. First Ike, then Zeke climbed up into the can and began their search through the contents.

"Bam! Ping!" The noise brought both of them to the edge of the trash can, tipping the can over onto the sidewalk and spilling the contents. Just a few yards away they could make out Mr. Two Legs, and he was pointing a big stick at them. "Bam!"

"Run, Zeke!" yelled Ike, scurrying off toward the gate with Zeke close behind. The gate opened just as they approached, and they ran as fast as they could down the street, through the forest and to the shore of the lake, where a canoe was waiting for them. They jumped into the canoe and grabbed the paddles to row out onto the lake, where they felt safe.

"Next time, I'll pick the place, okay?" said Zeke, as he glared at Ike through his masked face and brown eyes. "Right now you can find us something to eat! I'm starving!"

Your turn - Link in here and have a special Wednesday!

Linda Kay



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