Is he going? Did he do it?
(sigh) Nope. Not today.
Johan jumped and began running around, with his drawers around his ankles. Before he fell to his knees, his mom quickly caught him. “Op. We don’t want to risk killing the littles of FeeFi Foland, darling,” and adjusted his pants.
With that reminder, he slowly stooped over, carefully placed his hand on the ground to thoroughly inspect for the delightful creatures that always made his day. Screeching with glee, he pointed a chubby finger at a few moving tiny figures. His brow creased as he listened intently,
“Try again, Han! Try again!”
Johan clapped his hands, and drooled a bit. He quickly ran back over to the training area, pulled down his drawers, and plopped on the seat. He wanted so desperately to please his little friends. But nothing was happening. The littles joined him near the thinking rock. He began humming a tune, while swinging his legs back-n-forth, and then dragging his feet in the dirt…and then he concentrated REAL hard…and then something happened,
Jumping down, he pointed to inside the seat. His mother squatted to the ground, and The littles climbed aboard her outstretched hand, and together, they peered inside the rock and cried,
“YOU did it! Good job, Han!”
Sue Vincent / Write Photo Challenge/ 214 words / Carved