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January 16th: Does any part of your book/story/WIP make you laugh?
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The next building was a little bakery. It had an old, faded sign that looked like a pie. How could I have forgotten this? Momma always said no. The sign simply read “Jed's Est. 1856.” I closed my eyes, and the smells drifting out threatened to pull me inside.
Instead, I heard a sudden, high-pitched bark and a distressed squawk. Spinning around, I immediately had to jump out of the way. A speckled hen burst out from the open garden gate, and a scruffy pup was hot on its heels. Its ears flopped wildly with each stride. The hen took to the air to frantically land on top of a rain barrel. The pup was a tangled mess of spindly limbs and oversized paws as it tried to change direction in the mud. The dog’s legs caught up to its body just in time for it to crash into the side of the barrel. At this, the little hen calmly took a second leap and made her way to the roof. I laughed.
A young man suddenly whirled around the fence post with one hand gripping the top. The other clutched a broom as he skidded through the gate. Instant regret played out across his face as he saw me. Mud flew everywhere as he desperately tried to stop, and his face flushed as red as a beet.
My smile turned to a frown after realizing that, in all that commotion, this skirt was as speckled as the hen. Mud was everywhere. Someone would have taken care of that at home, but I hadn’t a clue what to do here. I bit my tongue to prevent a colorful phrase from escaping. I took a deep breath like momma used to tell me to do.
“The chicken is on the roof,” I said with the fakest of smiles.
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Day 16:
I recently put down a slapstick, physical comedy style meet-cute involving a chicken, a puppy, and the prospective couple below in my #WIP. That was really fun. I liked writing that. I attached some screenshot below.