The fall writing frenzy is a wonderful contest for writers. This year Lydia Lukidis and Kaitlyn Sanchez offered writers the opportunity to use a photo to spark creativity. I choose the photo of a tree-lined country road for my muse. Below is the story I came up with. I have always wondered what it would be like to participate in a migration. What do those geese have to deal with besides weather? I hope the entry makes you smile. The next time you witness geese on the move, I hope this makes you stop and think. Check out the other wonderful entries via the link below. https://lydialukidis.wordpress.com/2020/09/30/fall-writing-frenzy-entry-form/ Migration Misery By: Susan Summers WC: 200 With a whap and a flap, Lacey stretched her wings. "I am so ready for this!" "It's not a race you know. It's migration," said aunt Martha. Geese began lining up. Woosh! The first group was off. Cronk! The second group was up and away. Lacey's group was next. "Dear, you're at the back," said Mom. "Why?" "It's your first time, just follow the leader." With that, they took to the air. Bwwaaap! "Who's farting!?" "Sorry sis." "I will not fly behind you!" Lacey flew ahead of her brother. Baarrfff! "Sorry," shouted aunt Martha, "sometimes I get airsick." "Gross!" Lacey flew ahead of her aunt. Buurrrrp! "Excuse me," said her Mother. "I ate a big lunch." "That's it! I am not flying in the back any more!" She dashed ahead. "Flying south is awesome, but it's a lot of work." Right then she had an idea. “Follow my lead!” Swooping down, she landed at the dealership. Soon they were driving south in a Thunderbird. Her family was sipping juice at the golf course when the rest of the flock arrived. "How did you get here before us?" "We’re super migrators with extra motor-vation," she said with a wink. Beep beep!
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