Peter nearly twisted his ankle in the hole before he noticed it. His friends were already out of sight on the wooded trail, but Peter let them run off. This was worth investigating. It was about the size of a gopher hole, maybe a little bigger, but the edges were smooth and tidy, like someone, or something, had put some effort into getting it just right. Peter bent to get a closer look. He could hear a rustling sound coming from inside, much more noise than a little mouse or gopher could make by itself. As Peter tried to get a look inside, he got the surprise of his life when a light beamed out of the hole.
And then...
(Now it's your turn. What happened next? Write how you think the story turns out as a comment to this post. And to get the imagination juices flowing, keep asking yourself "And then what happened?" Try not to look at anyone else's comments so your story ending stays original. Get your kids and ask them what happens and write their endings too.)
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And Then... out popped the world's most sought after publisher, shining his beam of light directly into Teresa's face while asking her "Where have you been all my life?" :)
And then emerged a huge, gracefully proportioned bird. His feathers glowed silver, white, gold, and copper, and he gazed at Peter with wise sapphire eyes. He ruffled his feathers and craned his long, swan-like neck.
Peter stumbled back. "Who are you?" he gasped. The bird bent his head back and emitted a loud, forlorn call, then engulfed Peter in wide, gleaming wings and dragged him down into the hole.
Not to be continued...
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