O is for Ornery

“Get back here!” Mom shrieked in anger turning away from the freshly crayon colored wall.

crayon

from google images

The young girl took of like a rocket her dark curly hair flying behind her like streamers as she ran. She stopped  to look back just in time to see her mom emerging from the room.

“Come here now young lady.” Mom said sternly pointing to a spot on the floor by her feet.

“No!” she screamed and took off running again as fast as her little legs could carry her.

 

~3.4.12.10~