ONE SISTER IS UP TO HER SANDBOX ANTICS

ONE SISTER IS UP TO HER SANDBOX ANTICS

One sunny day in the month of May, Sissy decided she wanted to spend her time as green as a lime, one morning, in the sandbox with no sand just mud. She sat in the sandbox with no sand in the backyard, alone with her blue toy phone. The last thing on her mind didn’t make her; feel like she wanted to sing her heart out. She didn’t want her older sister to do anything but smolder away, because she didn’t want her sister on her list to play, there, in the sandbox without any sand with her. Like a pig, she didn’t dig her sister, being in the sandbox without sand, any morning. Otherwise Sissy might fight over who got the sandbox without sand, first. She wanted to play and stay inside it, by herself. Otherwise, she might have a fit over whose sandbox without sand, it belonged to.

So, she leaned over the sandbox so clean, after she looked beside her for the coming tide. She hadn’t wanted any croissant from her older sister, who, once, gave her, a blister. Since, she didn’t see her older sister around, anywhere, as she peeked over her shoulder. She was free as a bird to do what she wanted to do, without her older sister around to make a sound. Or to tell her what to do, or put her under her spell.

Sissy with a nickname of Missy picked up her red shovel as she wore her treads. And she made her way back to the sandbox without sand from the garden. As she reached the sandbox without sand again like a peach, she bent over a four leaf clover. And she felt the cold sand as cold as snow. So, Sissy picked up her red shovel, and made her way back to the sand. Which sand had turned and turned into all this mud and crud underneath her butt. But she, almost, jumped and jumped out of the sandbox as she felt all this cold, so boldly, go through her red sun suit, so red in the bright sun.

She was about to run under the sun out of the sandbox without sand. And just call on her toy phone, alone, for that morning, and mourn about the whole thing in a jig. But she loved and loved being in the bright sun in her red sun suit. This bright sunny day in every way seemed to warm her up like a puppy, cuddled up near its mom to the point, she forgot just how cold, ice cold her butt, felt as she hopped into and plopped herself into all this mud.

As she held her shovel in a huddle, with all her might, with the sun out of sight, she dug as smug as a rug, these holes in all that mud. After each hole in a roll was like she wished and wished each one to be, she set the red, so red shovel down outside the sandbox without sand. Since, the cruddy mud felt so cool, so cool to her. She was ready to take on the coolness of the cruddy mud. Since, all this mud appeared so smeary and inviting to her, she plopped her little butt down in a hop into all that mud. Then, she grabbed a hold of the old red shovel, again, and again. She started to mold and mold these big bunches of mud like a pig into her hands in a sandbox without sand as she dropped with a big plop, the red shovel into all that cruddy mud beside her.

Not much later as such, she had most of the cruddy mud, molded into all these small and big bunches of cruddy mud. Which cruddy mud, she thought, looked like crooked cakes, so good to eat like meat? She was to stuff a bunch of cruddy mud into her red sun suit in the bright sun of the day. But she changed her mind in time as she happened to see in a peek, her older sister, Kathy, walk and walk towards the sandbox without sand.

Sissy, that is Missy, could sense like sixpence that Kathy started with a spark to head as heavy as lead towards the sandbox without sand. As Sissy, that’s Missy, watched and watched her get this big smirk on her face with a jig, she knew that her older sister and bolder sister was up to no good.

Sissy, that is Missy, walked and walked out of the sandbox without sand, and stuck up her fists like a bump in the mud up at her sister. Her sister didn’t jig, her sister, Sissy, that is Missy, doing this to her with her fists. So, she pushed and pushed Kathy down and down into the grass like a lass.

As Kathy landed on the grass like a lass with a big boom with a zoom, Sissy laughed and laughed even more at her. But Sissy, that is Missy, didn’t dig with a jig, her sister’s laugh in wrath. So, she pushed and pushed ever harder until she had her down and laughed like a clown with her on the grass like a lass. Kathy became so mad not glad. She developed a big smirk on her face with a jig. She wasn’t about to take any full of bully stuff from her sister.

So, Kathy took off with a scoff right inside towards the sandbox without sand. Sissy followed her and followed her until she reached the sandbox without sand like a peach. She pushed and pushed Kathy inside the sandbox without sand. Sissy laughed and laughed harder at her as Kathy screamed with a gleam in her eye.

Her older sister had something up the sleeve in a bed of leaves. She waited and waited even longer as her sister plopped without a hop into the sandbox without sand. Kathy reached like a peach inside in a slide, and grabbed and grabbed more cruddy mud into her hands in a sandbox without sand. She molded and molded some more of what she thought as being cruddy mud cakes.

She knew that Sissy, that is Missy, was hungry enough to huff and puff for some cruddy mud cakes to eat. She had this silly and frilly look on her face like she was ready to eat and really eat anything. Which appeared right in sight before her crying eyes to her surprise? Kathy stuff in a huff and a huff the cruddy mud cakes into her sister’s mouth.

She had this pout about on her face, because the cruddy mud cakes didn’t taste too good. She seemed dumb and dumber to eat more of these cruddy mud cakes. So, her sister and again shoved more cruddy mud cakes into her mouth with her like a grouch.

As their mom, ran and ran out of the house, as she reached like a peach, the sandbox without sand, Sissy said to her, “Mom, Kathy made me, eat these cruddy mud cakes?”

She answered Sissy, that is Missy, “Did you force Sissy to eat cruddy mud cakes today?”

“Yes, I did, mom. But she talked and talked me, again, into it. She made me, feed her these cruddy mud cakes, because she said she was hungry as a bug for them. So, she wanted and wanted more of these cruddy mud cakes from me.

Both sisters were lucky as a four leaf clover that their mom didn’t try to punish either one of them, today after they both played all morning in the sandbox without sand. So, both sisters were just made after they played, so have their mouths, cleaned out in gleam with toothpaste. Which toothpaste, that came from a tooth fairy to them. But then, both sisters had to kneel and kneel for a half hour in a corner just like Jack Horner for what both of them were guilty of doing and screwing around and around with mud, that morning.