Rocking Chair
by Mary Soon Lee
Don't get up, little sister. Please. Please don't stop rocking.
I can only talk by the creaks. That's part of the curse.
What curse? The one from our nurserymaid, silly. The new one with funny pink hair.
I could've been a frog, if I hadn't stomped my foot when she said she'd turn me into one. A frog would've been tons better.
But now I'm stuck as a chair unless someone kisses me. As if. Though if you do, I promise I won't tease you for a month--
No? Bother! Bother! Bother!
Anyway, don't complain if she burns the crumpets.
The End
This story was first published on Thursday, August 11th, 2022
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