Someone Stole My Balloon
Oh no, not just any old balloon, I planned to go to the moon with that balloon
Now I know that this balloon would not take me to the moon. But my little boy does not know. Well, maybe he does know but he will pretend.
Who would do such a thing? Who would take our balloon? How did we not see it go? It is pretty obvious you know.
We had to go into the bathroom and when we got back it was gone. It was tied to the chair and now it is gone. And the chair with it. Why would someone take our chair?
I say keep the chair but please bring the balloon back!
Jason thought we could find our balloon, so we started walking around the block. And then we walked around another block. When we got home and went in the house all upset with Jason crying, we saw the chair, and then we saw the balloon.
Grandma went out to hang some laundry on the clothesline and spotted the chair with the balloon, so she carried them both into the house.
How could we forget about Grandma always picking up our priceless things? And now our spaceship.
We were one happy pair. Jason hugged Grandma and told her what happened.
About the Creator
Denise E Lindquist
I am married with 7 children, 28 grands, and 13 great-grandchildren. I am a culture consultant part-time. I write A Poem a Day in February for 8 years now. I wrote 4 - 50,000 word stories in NaNoWriMo. I write on Vocal/Medium daily.
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Comments (4)
Beautiful ❤️❗
Lol, the grandma! If only they looked in the house first before going around blocks! Loved your story!
Supercute story! Well done Denise!
Wonderful story!!! Splendidly written!!! Love it!!!