Crazy Old Farmer

“Crazy Old Farmer” by Holly Sheidenberger

All the kids say there is a crazy old farmer who lives in the woods.

They say he’ll shoot you with salt pellets if you trespass, but I didn’t believe them.

So I started walking through the woods every day after school just to prove I was right.

Until last Tuesday.

Halfway through the wood, somebody violently pummeled me with salt pellets, bruising every part of my body.

I ducked and ran, covering my head with my jacket.

I looked back, and there I saw him.

A Sasquatch, hurling pebbles at me to get me to leave.

I scrambled out of those woods as fast as I could.

Now I tell all the kids not to go in the woods because there is a crazy old farmer who will shoot you with salt pellets if you trespass.

Carousel Pony

“Carousel Pony” by Holly Sheidenberger

That park had an old-fashioned carousel in it.

Carl would never be caught dead on one of those prissy, fancied-up, flowered white carousel ponies.

But this carousel had a dolphin on it.

He had to ride that dolphin.

When the gate opened, he speed-sauntered over to it.

A little child reached the dolphin first, and he panicked.

Carl lunged, grabbed the pole, and yelled out, “Dibs!!”

The child’s lip quivered, then a rasping inhale and a wailing cry filled the air.

Carl looked to see that the child was clutching a dolphin toy and soaking it with tears.

He looked down at his maniac hands clenching the dolphin’s reins.

He sighed, loosened his grip, and handed them over. “Here you go, kid. Sorry.”

He guessed it was a fancy pony sort of day after all.