Prompt 20-Children’s Book

You are a children’s book writer. Write the first few lines of your new book.

The parents picked up their children from the play room. One by one, they went home. Eddie watched from the corner as Maureen trotted to her big sister. The door closed. The children had all gone.

Eddie was left behind.

He was sad. The room was dark. It wasn’t Maureen’s fault. One of the other children had moved him from the place she had set him down. Sunday school was full of excitement. Maureen had simply not noticed.

He was scared. Would Maureen get to sleep without him there to protect her? Who was going to keep the other toys in line? Eddie had been with Maureen since the day she was born. It was his duty to watch over her.

Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock. The clock drummed out the minutes of his stay. Maybe Mom would notice and come back. Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock.

All day and all night the clock ticked and tocked. Eddie worried about Maureen. It would be a very long, lonely week for her.

When the sun rose the first morning, Eddie decided he would just have to go home on his own. He would have to wait until it was dark again, though. A brightly colored clown doll would attract attention walking about in the daytime.

With the help of the other toys in the play room, Eddie was able to climb to the door handle and open it. He waved to them as he walked to the exit.

The air was cold. There was snow on the ground. Eddie wondered if he would get dirty walking the slushy roads. He decided to stay on the snowy banks instead. He could deal with being wet.

Finding his way home would be an adventure. He knew the roads because Maureen had often held him to the window of the minivan when they went anywhere. But they looked very different in the dark.

He walked for hours. Sometimes a car would pass and he would fall behind the snowbank. Toys were not supposed to be seen moving on their own. The journey was long.

The sky began to lighten. He was only halfway home. He would have to find a place to hide until it was dark again. The road was very busy during the day.

Eddie longed to be home. He missed his friends. He missed Mom. He missed Maureen.

The sun moved so slow. Why couldn’t it just be nighttime already? He had to get home!

He fended off squirrels. He shooed away birds. A stray cat stopped by for a visit. It sniffed him before running away.

Finally, the sun began to set. He could continue his journey. By the end of the night, he was home. Getting in was the tricky part, but he had a secret entrance.

Eddie climbed the stairs to the kids’ rooms. His journey had tired him so much, he went to the wrong room. Maureen’s big sister also had a pile of stuffed animals, and they welcomed him home with open arms. They pulled him to the middle of their pile to warm him.

The next day, Eddie was found! Maureen was so happy! Eddie was glad he decided not to wait. A toy’s duty is to his kid, after all.

Notes: This is a true story. My sister had (has) a little stuffed clown that she brought EVERYWHERE. He went on many adventures over the years, including a handful of solo ones. This particular scenario, no one had seen him in a few days. Maureen always put him on her head when she was ready for bed, so it was quickly apparent that he was missing. The last we had remembered seeing him was at church.

Sometime midweek, I was on my floor doing my homework when I looked over at my pile of beanie babies and other stuffed animals. They were all exactly as I had left them, untouched for weeks, except in the middle of the pile, was Eddie! To this day we don’t know how he ended up there. A prevailing theory is a mischievous sleepwalker. It (sleep)runs in the family, after all.

Children’s stories are fun in their simplicity. Give it a shot! Write a few lines, see where it takes you. Reread a book you loved as a kid to get an idea for how it should sound.

Monday’s prompt: If you had been able to choose, would you rather have been an only child or part of a very large family?

Have a great weekend everyone! See you on Monday!

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