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- Story Listed as: Fiction For Adults
- Theme: Fairy Tales & Fantasy
- Subject: Comedy / Humor
- Published: 03/18/2023
Meatball Escapade
Born 1957, F, from Mesick Michigan, United StatesRemember that ole song “On Top of Spaghetti All Covered with Cheese. I lost My Poor Meatball When Somebody Sneezed?” The way it's depicted isn't exactly how it happened. There is a little more to it. Sure, my friends and I were sitting on a pile of spaghetti reminiscing about the good old days and ya, some snotty nosed kid had to sneeze. Not just a little ole sneeze but a doozy. How that kid could muster up a sneeze like that is beyond me. It was so grossly explosive that it caused a couple of my friends and I to flip right off the table. Too bad for my buddy Bob he ended up in the jaws of the family's pet dog. Ya, he's a goner. Well, me and Jack we headed out the door rolling as fast as we could. Jack was always the clown of our group. Always trying to outdo the rest of us. Today was no different. My name's Pete and here's the rest of the story.
“Hey Pete, you slow poke! Pick up speed. Come on dude this is fun!”
I rolled slowly out the door watching Jack as he bounded from step to step bouncing higher than I've ever seen any meatball do.
“You're such a blockhead. You always have to show off!
“Aww, come on man. This is a blast.” He grumbles back at me.
“You might want to think about slowing down some. You're really picking up speed. Hey dude, where ya goin?”
“I don't know man! But this is awesoooome.....!
“Wait for me!” I holler as he starts to pick up momentum. Man, I don't know how he got so fast, but boy can he move.
Many stories have been told through meatball generations of how some meatballs have surrendered to their deaths. Like my Uncle Roman who rolled right straight into a mouse trap. You can guess what happened to him. Then there's my girlfriend Katie, we were out for a strolling roll down the sidewalk when out of nowhere this kid on a bike wheeled right over her squashing her smooth, light meat right into the pavement. And I can't forget my friend Charlie, he rolled down a manhole. My guess is he ended up in a creek somewhere and got eaten by a large fish thinking he was bait. It's a tough life being a meatball. Well, I hate to say it, but I think my best friend is headed to a similar tragic end.
Suddenly I scream, “Jack!!!!!” but he doesn't hear me. He rolls right into a thick hedge full of roses and their counterparts 'thorns'. When I finally reach him, I have to look away for a second before I upchuck some of the tomato sauce. My best bud is mushed into dozens of pieces and splattered throughout the shrubbery adding new color to the existing array of hues. Poor Jack. If he'd only listened.
I stand a few minutes staring at meat parts dispersed about. OK, that's it. Shake it off meatball. You have a world to discover.
So, I said my goodbyes to my best bud.
I looked around and thought 'yup' the world awaits me.
Well, I'm on my own now. Gonna travel on. See what adventures are out there to be discovered. Deep breath in, deep breath out. That's what my daddy told me when I was a little meatball. “Breathe. Breathe. Breathe.” He'd speak. “That's how you become big, strong and firm, my boy.”
Hesitating no longer I take a deep breath in and out. Breathe, breathe. I'm becoming bigger with each breath. I'm ready. Start out slow, look around. Take it all in. Breathe. Breathe. Oh, I'm moving on. Picking up my pace. Looking good.
Whoa! I'm cruising now. “Hey man, look out!” That was close. I almost got trampled over by a kid on roller blades. Zig zagging around all these feet is making me dizzy. Got to get away. Off the sidewalk I go. This can't be good. Too many cars. Oh no manhole. Landed. I didn't go through. Got lucky. Breathe. Make yourself bigger. Got to get unstuck. Breathe. Hey, I'm out.
Rolling away I hear. “Ruff! Ruff! Ruff'!” That's not good. Breathe. Breathe. Close behind me and closing in fast are three dogs. This can only mean trouble. I refuse to be lunch for these mutts. Picking up speed too much speed. Can't slow down. Car hauler straight ahead. Up the ramp I go. Flying over the top of the cab, bouncing off the hood, landing on the ground. Rolling through a revolving door I quickly hunker against a wall listening for the sounds of the hounds. It's quiet. I think I lost them.
What's this? Oh no, no, no. Some little girl with sticky hands reaches down and picks me up. She starts to put me in her mouth. I breath and try to get bigger so I will fall from her hands. When suddenly a voice from nowhere yells, “Tabitha! No! Spit that out! Drop it right now! Yucky!”
I'm dropped to the floor. The little one walks towards me. No! Don't step on me. To my surprise she gives me a little kick which sets me rolling again. She laughs as she kicks me.
I scramble out of there, back through the door only to encounter the three mutts. With their intense sense of smell, they've tracked me down and are not giving up. They want this tasty morsel. Well, I don't give up easy either. Bring it on canines, come and get me. I inhale two of the deepest breaths I could muster, and I was on my way. Rolling at lightning speed skidding around the corner and off into a park. Oh, this is great. There are other mouthy mutts here chasing balls and catching frizz bees. That'll get their minds off me. Rolling through the park minding my own business I'm suddenly being hoisted up by a blond headed boy with a scoop paddle along with a red ball with holes in it. I guess to him I look like a red ball. He stretches the paddle way above his head and whips it causing me to become air borne. Flying through the air I feel so free. Hey, wait, I am free, da! Oh no! One of those no-good mongrels thinks I'm a ball. Breathe! Breathe! That dang dog can jump! He just misses me by a seed.
I land in a Robin's nest housing three baby Robins eager to take a few beaks out of me. Luckly they are too busy pecking at each other to worry about their intruder. All of a sudden, the pecking gets out of control, and I'm pushed right out of their home sweet home. Look out! over the edge I go, falling, falling fast.
“Plop!” I land in a stroller with a two-year-old laughing and flaying his arms. He claps his hands together and reaches for me. “No! No Kid! Now he starts to cry and gets all wiggly. Good for me because I'm able to bounce off his belly and onto the sidewalk. I'm outta here. As I roll away, I sense trouble. You've got to be kidding me. Hot on my tail are those miserable barkers. Breathe. Faster I go. I'm a 'mighty meatball' as my dad used to say.
“Eeeeek!” an old feeble woman squeals as I roll between her legs. “Ruff! Ruff! Ruff! The mongrels hot on my trail sniffing as they run are not watching where they're going. They slam right into her frail body knocking her to the ground. They don't stop for an instant. In fact, they're coming at me full force.
Breathe, breathe. Yikes! Trouble ahead. Food cart. I'm cruising at high speed right toward the wagon. Going too fast to dodge it. This might turn out bad. Must control my roll. That's it, ease under the cart and out the other side. “Bam! That hurt. I slam into one of the small wheels of the cart. Rubbed off a little meat, but I'm OK. Hey, I think this might be a good thing. The mutts' scent is off. Too many other smells. They can't detect me. I'm safe for now. Just huddle here and wait. They'll give up soon and leave. The man in the food wagon throws out a couple cut up hot dogs for the hungry mutts. This is my chance. Breathe. Breathe. Let out a big puff of air and roll. Just my luck. A piece of hot dog rolls right where I am. The huskiest of the three dumb canines scoots down to get the meat and spots me. He slides the rest of the way under the wagon tripping the food guy causing him to grab the edge of the cart. Next, thing I know total chaos. The cart flips over spilling everything to the ground including the food dude. The crazy mutts ignore the free and easy hors d'oeuvres as the chase continues. On a roll I think to myself, those are some dumb dogs. Well, here we go again. Breathe. Breathe.
I'm turning and burning now. Traveling faster and faster. Too fast. Going downhill heading toward a dock. Not good. Don't want to end up in the water. I'll get all mushy and die. Those darn mutts are so close they're sniffing my meat. The faster I go. The faster they go. This isn't going to have a good ending if I stay on this path. Got to slide sideways. Got to get into the grass. Come on. Try harder. Roll into the grass. Can't. Can't do it. Oh man, not good. Hit a bump on the sidewalk. Dang! I'm air-borne again. Splat! I land on the dock and roll into a fisherman's tackle box. Ouch! Oh, crap that's painful. Being attached to a fish lure with a few hooks isn't good. I'm attached to it in three different spots. It'll be OK I can wiggle out of this. What's that? What's happening? No way man! The fisherman reaches around and grabs the lure with me hooked to it and affixes it to his pole. Ah heck, is this going to be my demise? I can't be eaten by a stinky slimy fish.
He begins to cast his line. As he throws it behind him and whips it forward, I fly in the air again. That throw has me spinning and spinning. When I slow a little, I see that right in front of me are those measly mutts. I'm aiming right for the largest canine's muzzle. Breathe, breathe. Not helping. I see its eyes, nostrils and teeth up close. To close for me. Come on. Make some kind of maneuver. Quick! Nooooo! I land right on the tip of his snoot. He tries to catch me but misses. I fall onto the back of the smallest pooch and roll off onto the grass. Breathe. Breathe. Breathe.
I'm picking up speed again. So are the three stooges.
“There you are. Come boy!”
“Luna, come. Come on baby girl!”
“Buster. Here boy!”
The dogs stop. They run to their owners. The chase is over.
Temptation now gets the best of me. Should I or shouldn't I! I should. Spinning myself around I head back to where the mutts are. Their owners have a leash on them. They make way out of the park. I'm a brave meatball now. Without hesitation I whizz by the mutts causing a major uproar. The humans don't see me but the drooling mongrals do. “Ruff!, ruff!, ruff!, grrrr!, ruff!, grrrr!” Aww, now this is what I call having fun. The best part of my adventure so far! I keep up the chaos for a few more minutes. Rolling between the mutts' legs, in front of them and behind them causing them to run in circles and tangling their leashes.
Suddenly the humans release the leashes, and the mutts are on the loose again.
Oh, oh. Funs over. They're hot on my trail once more.
The humans run after their dogs. Catching up to them in no time.
“Bad dog! Bad dog!”
“I'm not bringing you to the park again!”
“Naughty girl Luna!”
To my delight the trouble making mutts and their humans exit the park.
I continue on my excursion. Breathe, breathe, rolling again. Strolling along at a constant speed now. It feels good. No hurry. No worries. It's time I leave the park and see what other adventures entice me.
Strolling down the sidewalk once more I spot two boys kicking a big ball in the street. As I whizz by, I see the ball flying straight towards me. It lands on the grass in front of me. No! No! No! Too scared to move I watch as a foot comes down and kicks the ball with me hanging tight to the edge. I slip off just as a little girl was walking by.
“Plunk!” I land inside her pink backpack.
I'm trapped in here. No way out. Have to wait and see what happens.
The little girl takes off her backpack places it on the table.
“Honey, put your backpack in your bedroom. Mommy has spaghetti and meatballs on the table.”
“I know mommy. It smells so good. OK.”
The little one picks up her backpack and, in the process, I slide out and land on a heap of spaghetti and eight meaty meatballs.
“Hi man what's your name?”
“The names Pete.”
“Nice to meet you, Pete. This is Carl, Trent, Mac, Tracy, Kim, Sam, Sugar and Candy. She's the shy one.”
“Nice to meet you all.”
“Kids! Supper's ready. Wash your hands.”
“Spaghetti smells so good honey. And you made my favorite meatballs. You are a doll.”
“Oh, just eat.”
“Aaaaachoooooo!!!!
Oh no. Here I go again. My newly found friends and I all rolled off the mound of spaghetti onto the table and onto the floor. Some of us rolled out the door. The rest I don't know what happened to them.
“Hi Candy.”
“Hi Pete.”
“Would you like to go on an adventure with me?”
“Sure, that sounds like fun.”
“Might be a little dangerous.”
“That's OK. I have you.”
Meatball Escapade(Shelly Garrod)
Remember that ole song “On Top of Spaghetti All Covered with Cheese. I lost My Poor Meatball When Somebody Sneezed?” The way it's depicted isn't exactly how it happened. There is a little more to it. Sure, my friends and I were sitting on a pile of spaghetti reminiscing about the good old days and ya, some snotty nosed kid had to sneeze. Not just a little ole sneeze but a doozy. How that kid could muster up a sneeze like that is beyond me. It was so grossly explosive that it caused a couple of my friends and I to flip right off the table. Too bad for my buddy Bob he ended up in the jaws of the family's pet dog. Ya, he's a goner. Well, me and Jack we headed out the door rolling as fast as we could. Jack was always the clown of our group. Always trying to outdo the rest of us. Today was no different. My name's Pete and here's the rest of the story.
“Hey Pete, you slow poke! Pick up speed. Come on dude this is fun!”
I rolled slowly out the door watching Jack as he bounded from step to step bouncing higher than I've ever seen any meatball do.
“You're such a blockhead. You always have to show off!
“Aww, come on man. This is a blast.” He grumbles back at me.
“You might want to think about slowing down some. You're really picking up speed. Hey dude, where ya goin?”
“I don't know man! But this is awesoooome.....!
“Wait for me!” I holler as he starts to pick up momentum. Man, I don't know how he got so fast, but boy can he move.
Many stories have been told through meatball generations of how some meatballs have surrendered to their deaths. Like my Uncle Roman who rolled right straight into a mouse trap. You can guess what happened to him. Then there's my girlfriend Katie, we were out for a strolling roll down the sidewalk when out of nowhere this kid on a bike wheeled right over her squashing her smooth, light meat right into the pavement. And I can't forget my friend Charlie, he rolled down a manhole. My guess is he ended up in a creek somewhere and got eaten by a large fish thinking he was bait. It's a tough life being a meatball. Well, I hate to say it, but I think my best friend is headed to a similar tragic end.
Suddenly I scream, “Jack!!!!!” but he doesn't hear me. He rolls right into a thick hedge full of roses and their counterparts 'thorns'. When I finally reach him, I have to look away for a second before I upchuck some of the tomato sauce. My best bud is mushed into dozens of pieces and splattered throughout the shrubbery adding new color to the existing array of hues. Poor Jack. If he'd only listened.
I stand a few minutes staring at meat parts dispersed about. OK, that's it. Shake it off meatball. You have a world to discover.
So, I said my goodbyes to my best bud.
I looked around and thought 'yup' the world awaits me.
Well, I'm on my own now. Gonna travel on. See what adventures are out there to be discovered. Deep breath in, deep breath out. That's what my daddy told me when I was a little meatball. “Breathe. Breathe. Breathe.” He'd speak. “That's how you become big, strong and firm, my boy.”
Hesitating no longer I take a deep breath in and out. Breathe, breathe. I'm becoming bigger with each breath. I'm ready. Start out slow, look around. Take it all in. Breathe. Breathe. Oh, I'm moving on. Picking up my pace. Looking good.
Whoa! I'm cruising now. “Hey man, look out!” That was close. I almost got trampled over by a kid on roller blades. Zig zagging around all these feet is making me dizzy. Got to get away. Off the sidewalk I go. This can't be good. Too many cars. Oh no manhole. Landed. I didn't go through. Got lucky. Breathe. Make yourself bigger. Got to get unstuck. Breathe. Hey, I'm out.
Rolling away I hear. “Ruff! Ruff! Ruff'!” That's not good. Breathe. Breathe. Close behind me and closing in fast are three dogs. This can only mean trouble. I refuse to be lunch for these mutts. Picking up speed too much speed. Can't slow down. Car hauler straight ahead. Up the ramp I go. Flying over the top of the cab, bouncing off the hood, landing on the ground. Rolling through a revolving door I quickly hunker against a wall listening for the sounds of the hounds. It's quiet. I think I lost them.
What's this? Oh no, no, no. Some little girl with sticky hands reaches down and picks me up. She starts to put me in her mouth. I breath and try to get bigger so I will fall from her hands. When suddenly a voice from nowhere yells, “Tabitha! No! Spit that out! Drop it right now! Yucky!”
I'm dropped to the floor. The little one walks towards me. No! Don't step on me. To my surprise she gives me a little kick which sets me rolling again. She laughs as she kicks me.
I scramble out of there, back through the door only to encounter the three mutts. With their intense sense of smell, they've tracked me down and are not giving up. They want this tasty morsel. Well, I don't give up easy either. Bring it on canines, come and get me. I inhale two of the deepest breaths I could muster, and I was on my way. Rolling at lightning speed skidding around the corner and off into a park. Oh, this is great. There are other mouthy mutts here chasing balls and catching frizz bees. That'll get their minds off me. Rolling through the park minding my own business I'm suddenly being hoisted up by a blond headed boy with a scoop paddle along with a red ball with holes in it. I guess to him I look like a red ball. He stretches the paddle way above his head and whips it causing me to become air borne. Flying through the air I feel so free. Hey, wait, I am free, da! Oh no! One of those no-good mongrels thinks I'm a ball. Breathe! Breathe! That dang dog can jump! He just misses me by a seed.
I land in a Robin's nest housing three baby Robins eager to take a few beaks out of me. Luckly they are too busy pecking at each other to worry about their intruder. All of a sudden, the pecking gets out of control, and I'm pushed right out of their home sweet home. Look out! over the edge I go, falling, falling fast.
“Plop!” I land in a stroller with a two-year-old laughing and flaying his arms. He claps his hands together and reaches for me. “No! No Kid! Now he starts to cry and gets all wiggly. Good for me because I'm able to bounce off his belly and onto the sidewalk. I'm outta here. As I roll away, I sense trouble. You've got to be kidding me. Hot on my tail are those miserable barkers. Breathe. Faster I go. I'm a 'mighty meatball' as my dad used to say.
“Eeeeek!” an old feeble woman squeals as I roll between her legs. “Ruff! Ruff! Ruff! The mongrels hot on my trail sniffing as they run are not watching where they're going. They slam right into her frail body knocking her to the ground. They don't stop for an instant. In fact, they're coming at me full force.
Breathe, breathe. Yikes! Trouble ahead. Food cart. I'm cruising at high speed right toward the wagon. Going too fast to dodge it. This might turn out bad. Must control my roll. That's it, ease under the cart and out the other side. “Bam! That hurt. I slam into one of the small wheels of the cart. Rubbed off a little meat, but I'm OK. Hey, I think this might be a good thing. The mutts' scent is off. Too many other smells. They can't detect me. I'm safe for now. Just huddle here and wait. They'll give up soon and leave. The man in the food wagon throws out a couple cut up hot dogs for the hungry mutts. This is my chance. Breathe. Breathe. Let out a big puff of air and roll. Just my luck. A piece of hot dog rolls right where I am. The huskiest of the three dumb canines scoots down to get the meat and spots me. He slides the rest of the way under the wagon tripping the food guy causing him to grab the edge of the cart. Next, thing I know total chaos. The cart flips over spilling everything to the ground including the food dude. The crazy mutts ignore the free and easy hors d'oeuvres as the chase continues. On a roll I think to myself, those are some dumb dogs. Well, here we go again. Breathe. Breathe.
I'm turning and burning now. Traveling faster and faster. Too fast. Going downhill heading toward a dock. Not good. Don't want to end up in the water. I'll get all mushy and die. Those darn mutts are so close they're sniffing my meat. The faster I go. The faster they go. This isn't going to have a good ending if I stay on this path. Got to slide sideways. Got to get into the grass. Come on. Try harder. Roll into the grass. Can't. Can't do it. Oh man, not good. Hit a bump on the sidewalk. Dang! I'm air-borne again. Splat! I land on the dock and roll into a fisherman's tackle box. Ouch! Oh, crap that's painful. Being attached to a fish lure with a few hooks isn't good. I'm attached to it in three different spots. It'll be OK I can wiggle out of this. What's that? What's happening? No way man! The fisherman reaches around and grabs the lure with me hooked to it and affixes it to his pole. Ah heck, is this going to be my demise? I can't be eaten by a stinky slimy fish.
He begins to cast his line. As he throws it behind him and whips it forward, I fly in the air again. That throw has me spinning and spinning. When I slow a little, I see that right in front of me are those measly mutts. I'm aiming right for the largest canine's muzzle. Breathe, breathe. Not helping. I see its eyes, nostrils and teeth up close. To close for me. Come on. Make some kind of maneuver. Quick! Nooooo! I land right on the tip of his snoot. He tries to catch me but misses. I fall onto the back of the smallest pooch and roll off onto the grass. Breathe. Breathe. Breathe.
I'm picking up speed again. So are the three stooges.
“There you are. Come boy!”
“Luna, come. Come on baby girl!”
“Buster. Here boy!”
The dogs stop. They run to their owners. The chase is over.
Temptation now gets the best of me. Should I or shouldn't I! I should. Spinning myself around I head back to where the mutts are. Their owners have a leash on them. They make way out of the park. I'm a brave meatball now. Without hesitation I whizz by the mutts causing a major uproar. The humans don't see me but the drooling mongrals do. “Ruff!, ruff!, ruff!, grrrr!, ruff!, grrrr!” Aww, now this is what I call having fun. The best part of my adventure so far! I keep up the chaos for a few more minutes. Rolling between the mutts' legs, in front of them and behind them causing them to run in circles and tangling their leashes.
Suddenly the humans release the leashes, and the mutts are on the loose again.
Oh, oh. Funs over. They're hot on my trail once more.
The humans run after their dogs. Catching up to them in no time.
“Bad dog! Bad dog!”
“I'm not bringing you to the park again!”
“Naughty girl Luna!”
To my delight the trouble making mutts and their humans exit the park.
I continue on my excursion. Breathe, breathe, rolling again. Strolling along at a constant speed now. It feels good. No hurry. No worries. It's time I leave the park and see what other adventures entice me.
Strolling down the sidewalk once more I spot two boys kicking a big ball in the street. As I whizz by, I see the ball flying straight towards me. It lands on the grass in front of me. No! No! No! Too scared to move I watch as a foot comes down and kicks the ball with me hanging tight to the edge. I slip off just as a little girl was walking by.
“Plunk!” I land inside her pink backpack.
I'm trapped in here. No way out. Have to wait and see what happens.
The little girl takes off her backpack places it on the table.
“Honey, put your backpack in your bedroom. Mommy has spaghetti and meatballs on the table.”
“I know mommy. It smells so good. OK.”
The little one picks up her backpack and, in the process, I slide out and land on a heap of spaghetti and eight meaty meatballs.
“Hi man what's your name?”
“The names Pete.”
“Nice to meet you, Pete. This is Carl, Trent, Mac, Tracy, Kim, Sam, Sugar and Candy. She's the shy one.”
“Nice to meet you all.”
“Kids! Supper's ready. Wash your hands.”
“Spaghetti smells so good honey. And you made my favorite meatballs. You are a doll.”
“Oh, just eat.”
“Aaaaachoooooo!!!!
Oh no. Here I go again. My newly found friends and I all rolled off the mound of spaghetti onto the table and onto the floor. Some of us rolled out the door. The rest I don't know what happened to them.
“Hi Candy.”
“Hi Pete.”
“Would you like to go on an adventure with me?”
“Sure, that sounds like fun.”
“Might be a little dangerous.”
“That's OK. I have you.”
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Debra Jean Walsh
07/14/2023Excellent! I love the "true stories" behind the traditional stories! Well done!
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Shelly Garrod
07/14/2023Thank you so much Debra. I had fun writing this story. I appreciate you taking the time to read it. I have other stories posted that I'm pretty sure you would enjoy. Happy reading. I read your 2 stories. They're awesome. Continue writing!! You're very good at it.
Blessings Shelly
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Shirley Smothers
05/02/2023What a cute story. Fun for all ages. This would make a perfect story book for kids. You should explore these options. Congratulations on Story Star if the Day.
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Shelly Garrod
05/02/2023Aww Shirley, thank you so very much. Your kind comments are always appreciated. This was just a fun goofy story to write. Idea came to me from eating spaghetti and meatballs!! I'm such a terrible critic of my own writing. I don't think this is nearly good enough to be professionally published. Maybe someday. Blessings Shelly
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Lillian Kazmierczak
05/02/2023Shelly, what a fun story! So many childhood questions have been answered! Congratulations on short story star of the day!
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Shelly Garrod
05/02/2023Hi Lillian, I wanted something silly to write. The idea popped in my head while my husband and I were eating spaghetti and meatballs LOL. It was a fun to write. I'm glad answers to your childhood questions are now revealed LOL
Blessings Shelly
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JD
05/01/2023That was some silly fun for all ages. Happy short story star of the day, Shelly! :-)
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Shelly Garrod
05/02/2023Hi JD, Thank you for acknowledging my story for Short Story Star of the Day. Much appreciated. It was fun writing this story. The idea came to me one night while my husband and I were having meatballs for dinner LOL Thanks again.
Blessings Shelly
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Kristine Hoffman
03/19/2023Great story...love all the adventures.Ending is there going to be a sequel? Wonderful fast paced writing.
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Shelly Garrod
03/25/2023Thanks Achu. That was the plan. Just a fun little story. Glad you enjoyed it. Thanks for reading and commenting.
Blessings Shelly
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Kimberly Barnhart
03/18/2023Cute story and entertaining! A different direction than many of your other stories!
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Shelly Garrod
03/25/2023Yes, I did go in a different direction with this one. It was planned to be just a fun readable story. Hope you enjoyed. Thanks for reading and commenting Kim.
Blessings, Shelly
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