Three Laps to Go!

Well, we've made it once around the track in our Slumpbuster Challenge! Only three more to go. Thanks to all who have participated thus far.

For those of you who are new to my blog or visiting for the first time, here's what I'm talking about:

A week ago, we started writing a story together, one sentence at a time, about Mooch McGee, the cute little penguin in my sidebar. We are now up to 537 words.

Here's what we've come up with so far:

Mooch McGee was waddling along minding his own business when he heard someone shout, "Look out below!" Mooch looked up just in time to see the most beautiful penguin he had ever laid eyes on falling from the sky. He swayed forward, raised his little flippers skyward, and grumble mumbled as he tripped over his own two blue shod feet. Lying flat on his back, round belly exposed to the elements, his flippers flapped like a duck's feet wading against a current to reach her ducklings, when his eyes fixed on the beauty plummeting directly overhead. All his movements seemed to be constricted by a flow of sticky squid ink as he tried to right himself while watching this unearthly beauty barreling down to the icy tundra. "Finally, I've found my footing, Mooch said to the air as he shook himself off, quite proud of his ability to use alliteration even in precarious moments. He looked up then, just in time to see a cloud of shiny words drifting down. "Words?" he thought as he stared upwards. "Wasn't that a penguin just a minute ago?" he continued, looking at the blob of verbage floating iceward and trying to figure out whether his brain was playing tricks on him or he'd ended up in an alternate reality. He watched as the words continued their descent, sparkling around the edges with a hidden fire. He began to tingle from his beak down to his little bluestockinged toes. Slowly the words began to come into focus through the glimmering conflagration above him and he knew it would only be a few seconds before he could read them clearly. A beautifully scribed sentence appeared before him. He knew at once that the message was sent from her--Angelina, his love, his life. Wow, that penguin sure is falling slowly, thought Mooch, just as the beauty crashed into him, sending him to his back once more. "Get off me, you lout!" the just-landed penguin shouted at him as she tried to right herself amid a flurry of flying ice chunks. Amused by the beautiful creature's frustration, Mooch rolled himself to an upright position and looked back to the sky in search of the message from Angelina. "Were did it go," Mooch bellowed, then turned to the scorning beauty who took on an ugliness that sent his flippers flapping, "What'da do with my message from Angelina?" he squawked. Mooch's body shuddered in an involuntary reaction, sending little flecks of ice every which way, including toward the object of his despise, the supreme highness of penguins.The penguin toward which Mooch was sending silent mind-rays of hate simply looked at him down her elegantly curved beak before beginning to waddle toward the edge of the icy tundra, heading for the arctic waters and her next meal. "Aren't you coming?" she called back to Mooch, and he obeyed, unable to stop himself. "But where is my message from Angelina?" he asked as he tried to catch up to the not only beautiful but spry High Penguin."Ah...silly, silly Mooch," she said, slowing for him to catch up to her. "The message was only a trick. The Order of High Penguins has a mission for you."

What will happen next? What is this mission the lovely penguin speaks of? It's all up to you! If you want to join in, click on the penguin in the sidebar. You can jump in any time and as often as you'd like.

On another note:

I'm so looking forward to girls' night out tonight! All summer has been baseball, baseball, baseball. Don't get me wrong; I love watching my boys play, but it will be nice to hang out with the girls for a change!

Oh yeah, and one of those no responses I mentioned a couple of days ago is now a rejection. Boo-hoo! Oh well. It's better than the silence.