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Friday, September 9, 2011

THE FLEA

THE FLEA

Fredrick, a flea who was tiny but bold.
Awoke one morning with the world's worst cold.
His nose was drippy; his eyes were red!
He thought he'd spend the day in bed.

He wrapped a muffler round his scratchy throat.
Then he cuddled in his wooly-warm coat.
It wasn't an overcoat, or an anorak
But the spotted fur from my spaniel Mack.

As Fredrick snuggled,
he wiggled,
he twitched.
And all Mack could do—

SCRATCH, SCRATCH

was itch.

2 comments:

  1. Love this one! I can just see Fredrick on Mack's back...wonderful!

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  2. Joy,
    Have you sent this one to a children's magazine? It is delightful. I love that the reader doesn't know where the flea is until almost the very end. What a clever way to describe the setting, a little at a time.

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