After hours which felt like days, after the long struggle, panting, Joey reached into the cookie jar at about the same time that the stool on top of the chair toppled over. He fell to the ground with a series of loud crashes, slightly bruised on his knee, but – he held it, his prize, a chocolate chip cookie in hand. He ran, before his mother could come to see what the noise was.
Here’s my post for the A-Z Challenge. I’m behind again, and exhausted. Long day!