A cute little true story for you all. This is a big reason why I became a writer
Two weeks ago (yes…) I visited my son’s second grade class. I read to them from my current work in progress, a novel soon to be presented IHO Mohan’s eighth birthday.
Before I finished the hands were up and all the mouths were saying ‘Ooh! Ooh! Ooh!’
They had plans for my principal foil, a character named Cowboy Herold sent to the office for riding a horse to school.
‘Ooh! Ooh! Ooh! Can he also ride a chicken? Can he also ride an ostrich?’
There were about a dozen electrifying suggestions during an intense discussion of the possibilities for the Fifth Grade renegade, Herold Woodley, castigated by Principal Tuckler for parking his horse in front of the school (everyone knows horses aren’t parked, Principal Tuckler).
Could he ride a bull? Could he ride a pig? Could he ride a chicken?
Could he ride a vampire chicken?
I had to…
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