Here are the details:
"A children's story, poetry or prose, maximum 200 words, about unlikely Valentines, posted on your blog (or in the comment section of mine) between Saturday February 11 and Monday February 13 at 5 PM EST."
Two hundred words was exceptionally difficult. At one point, my story was more towards 400 -- so I am hoping the story makes sense. :-)
I had hoped that I would have some magical revelations about the story in my sleep last night, but I was not so lucky. Oh well!
Oops! Excuse me!
On her way to school, Porcupine was certain nobody would be her Valentine. She waddled along, head down, when -- oomph!
“Oops, excuse me,” said Porcupine. “Ugh! What smells?”
“Me. Sorry. Happens when I'm startled.”
“Oh no! You’re that stinky skunk! Now you’ve made me stinky.”
“You’re that prickly porcupine! You gave me an owie.”
Porcupine sighed. “Who would ever be our Valentines?”
As they dillydallied toward school, Skunk stopped to sniff flowers. Porcupine stuck a puffy one on a quill behind her ear.
They exchanged looks.
Porcupine grabbed one for each quill. Skunk scooted around on them, scenting his bottom.
Porcupine giggled. “You look funny!”
“So do you.” They both collapsed in laughter.
“ACHOO!” said Porcupine. Quills popped out. “ACHOO!” said Skunk. Stink squirted.
They exchanged glances, and then, started shoving flowers into their noses.
ACHOO! ACHOO! ACHOO!
“No more,” said Skunk, exhausted.
“Enough! “ agreed Porcupine. “You know, I like you just the way you are.”
Skunk said, “Same here. Will you be my valentine?”
“Will you be mine?” asked Porcupine.
The new friends scampered off to school.
Of course, it wasn’t perfect.
“Oops, excuse me!” Giggle.
“Oops, excuse me!” Giggle, giggle.
But it was close.
If Susanna's post is still up, I encourage you to go read the other entrants' stories. They are very good and very entertaining.