She didn’t hear the click clack of the lock, nor did she hear the munching of the last piece of Mama Camain’s pie as Papa hungrily gobbled it up.
And there you have it! Thirty days of SkADaMo and thirty days of Picture book ideas with PiBoldMo
This has been a very worthwhile experience to participate in. I now have 30 ideas, some good, some not so much, but none the less they are mine to work on and grow into full fledged stories!
After dinner, Mama Caiman was so tired that she didn’t hear the dogs barking or the see the shadowy figure slowly making a pathway through the bayou.
As we express our gratitude, we must never forget that the highest appreciation is not to utter words, but to live by them. ~John Fitzgerald Kennedy
And so they arrived at the fay do do, over to Maman Caiman’s house. Each bringing with them, something to share. They ate till their bellies were full and they make the veiller. So much fun!
But Maman was worried, she hadn’t heard from Papa since last he left on his trip to N’awlins.
“Merci pour m’svoir aide! We’re so happy you came! She said as their guest prepared to leave.
“Merci to you, Maman Caiman!” I hope you’ve saved some pie for Papa!
Oh dear, oh dear, they wouldn’t!
Mama Caiman was sure to invite Bougre Bete Puante on her next trip to the beaute salon.