beautiful masterpiece was a short composition I had to write for school.
I figured there must be SOMEONE out there (besides my teacher) who
is willing to read it. :-p
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"Dinner Guest"
By Jenn*fer
It was nearly five o'clock. I frantically rushed around my kitchen
in anticipation of my guest's arrival. I had invited my new neighbor
over for dinner. Just as I was setting a basket of one dozen partially
burned Pillsbury muffins on the table, the doorbell rang. I opened the
front door and was immediately taken back by the woman before me.
Her attire consisted of a tall crown, a pair of glass slippers, and a
frilly, white dress which seemed to produce some sort of magical
glow. In her hands she delicately held a long, silver wand.
"Hello," I tried to say pleasantly. "I guess I forgot to tell you this
is not a costume party, but that is a lovely fairy outfit miss..miss.."
"Glenda. Glenda, the good. It's such a pleasure to finally meet
you, but this is witch outfit, not a fairy outfit," she corrected.
"Um...of course it is! Would you like to come in Miss Good?
I have some delicious muffins for us in the other room."
"MUNCHKINS?! You're eating Munchkins?!" the woman
cried in horror.
"No, I said 'muffins'. What's a Munchkin?" I questioned.
"Oh, dear me," she sighed in relief. "Munchkins are the little
people from where I come."
"You're from Ireland?" I asked.
She replied, "No. I come from a land which lies far beyond
the rainbow."
"Uh-huh," I said, although I did not understand the lady's odd
answer. "Well, I hope you don't mind my terrible cooking. It's
nothing too elegant."
Suddenly a blinding flash of light filled the room. When I reopened
my eyes, Glenda was holding two pink oven mitts before me.
"Take these two magical mitts. They will forever help you with your
cooking. All you must do is put them on and say, 'There's nothing like
dinner'. Then your favorite meal will appear before your very eyes."
My mouth was wide open in disbelief.
"Sure," I muttered. As I said this, Glenda's wand abruptly turned red.
"Oh, my," Glenda said. "I'm afraid there is trouble in Munchkin Land.
I must leave you. Perhaps we shall have dinner some other time.
Good bye!"
With that said, my guest disappeared in a cloud of smoke. A wave of
confusion flooded my mind. I could not comprehend what had just
happened. My thoughts were finally interrupted by the ringing of my
telephone. I glanced at the caller ID. It read: AUNT EM.
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