Chug-a-chug, chug-a-chug, down the track they go. On a kind of mission bent. Lickety-splitly off they went Some would say they’re heaven sent. Here is what I know.
Mistress Minna was a nymph, a beauty so they said. In a tree she kept her comb, Ancient heirloom made from bone. One fine morning she intoned, “Guards, a thief has fled.”
Sure enough the comb was gone; thief fled on the train. So they followed on the track. Tried to get the bone comb back. Gantry singing clicky-clack, Pumping in the rain.
Tracks were damaged in the storm. They caught him.
Monica lives in the San Francisco Bay Area with her husband and two foster dogs. She taught parents how to raise their toddlers for twenty-five years before retiring in 2015 to write. The secret to toddlers is to make sure you get enough sleep. Monica hasn't found the secret to writing, yet, but is diligently working at it. See links to her on-line stories on the publications page.
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