Me staring at blank computer screen wondering what to blog about: Ummmmm. Ummmm. Ummmmm.
Me: O fudge.
It was exactly the same feeling I get every time one of the kids asks, "What's for dinner?"
You know, that panicked moment when you glance at the clock and realize it's 5:45 and dinner is supposed to be in fifteen minutes and you got nothing. Zero. Nada. Cereal?
Well, I didn't want to give you plain old cereal so I found this instead:
Delicious isn't it?
My question is, what's the story behind the pic? How did the bike become a part of the tree? Did a dryad have an unfortunate accident? Or did the tree just need more 'fiber' in its diet?
Here's the deal, I'll start the story, and you all add to it. Just post a paragraph or two about what happens next. It'll be fun and so much better than cereal.
Trenton lay sprawled on the forest floor, helmet askew and moss clinging to his face like Mr. Potato Head's mustache. What happened?
A faint crunching sound drew his attention, and he scrambled to his feet.
You write the rest. Let's hear what happened to the bike. And please play along. Please, please please. *Rubs hands together and grins*