Welcome to the Food Fight Zesty Onomatopoeia Slinging contest over at Marcie Colleen’s blog, The Write Routine. You too can join in this First Annual FOOD FIGHT! in celebration of World Read Aloud Day.
Visit Marcie’s blog here for all the info: Thanks to Jennifer Young for the summaries below!
The Competition Rules
1. Create a post in which you start a story.
2. The story should have a clear setting and at least one clear character.
3. Set the scene. Be creative. It can be anywhere.
4. Write the story up to the moment when a food fight breaks out. And then stop.
You can add to my story below until March 8th:
1. Read the posted story and all of the comments that precede you.
2. Post your comment.
3. Be sure to build on and further the existing story. Your comment should flow.
4. The story should read as if it was written by one person when read from beginning to end.
5. ALSO, your comment needs to include at least one word of onomatopoeia and one thrown item of food.
NB: Your onomatopoeia must be a word that has not been used already in that story.
“I think he’s waking!” whispered, Mouse.
“‘Bout time,” snorted Squirrel, “much longer and he’d be into next winter.”
“You can’t rush hibernation, Squirrel,” said Owl, “If he wakes up too early, and there’s not enough food, then what?”
Fox arrived panting, and scrabbled through the cave entrance to greet them.
“The spread’s all ready. The raccoons have been helping. Oodles and oodles of berries, pies, grubs, shoots, purées and fruits. Magpie and her friends even managed to steal a honey comb!”
“Oo, Bear will be so happy,” squeaked Mouse.
“And why will Bear be so happy?” asked Bear, opening his jaw as wide as the cave’s mouth, and exhaling a cavernous yawn.
“Because we have made the biggest and bestest post-hibernation BREAK-FAST you’ve ever had,” spluttered Squirrel, dancing on her toes in anticipation.
Bear licked his lips and stretched his legs. He blinked a couple of times and looked at his friends.
“Well, what are we waiting for?” he grinned, “this is one hungry bear.”
Bear waddled over to his place at the head of the spread under the sprawling oak.
Bear and his woodland friends chomped and chattered; they chewed and cheered, celebrating the arrival of spring. The feast was well underway when one young little chipmunk, who was attending this celebration for the first time, couldn’t help himself.