Sunday, December 6, 2009
Christmas Mystery-part 2 by Margaret Daley
“Don’t open? Rats.”
The thought of waiting until Christmas to open the present didn’t sit well with Zelda. She picked up the big red package and shook it. A rattling sound puzzled her. Broken glass? Did she break it by shaking it?
She placed the mysterious gift next to her and stared at the wrapped square box. The large white bow taunted her. Open me. And her natural curiosity screamed she should NOW.
Especially if something was broken. She needed to know that. If that nice new neighbor had sent her a gift, she wanted to thank him, and if somehow she’d broken it, she would have to apologize—possibly by cooking him dinner.
She untied the white bow, the satin ribbon fallen to the side. Normally she tore into presents, but this time she would take her time and relish the suspense of who sent her a gift and what it was.
A faint sound caught her attention. Cocking her ear toward the box, she listened. Ticking? She leaned closer. Yes!
A bomb? A clock?
Suddenly she scrambled away from the brightly wrapped present.
(Check back tomorrow for part three of this story by Cara Putman. Leave comments about what you think is going to happen next.)