Saturday suppertime crisis

• Molly Lorimer, Grade 6
• Poetry
• 2006

Saturday Suppertime Crisis

“Hi I’m Milly – Lauren McKinalds pig. I suppose I live a pretty good life eating , sleeping and playing with the other animals at McKinalds Valley. But the absolute highlight of my life is my weekly Saturday supper. It’s a treat I get every Saturday afternoon of mushy leftovers and sour milk -yummo.”
However, one Saturday suppertime I did not get my weekly treat of mushy leftovers and sour milk. It was quite scary really because I have never ever missed my Saturday suppertime treat of mushy leftovers and sour milk. That’s actually every Saturday for the 11 years that I’ve lived here. So I had to investigate!
I stacked up some old rotten planks of wood that have been sitting in my pen for years and climbed up them then jumped out of my pen. I hadn’t been out of my pen for years so it was a great feeling. I could see my owner Lauren’s house so I ran over to it as fast as I could – which I have to admit would only be be about half a km per hour.
I eventually got to the window of Madame Lauren’s house. It was pretty quiet, all I could hear was the clothes line squeaking as it went round and round in circles. Suddenly I heard a great big Meowwwwwwwwww. “What on Earth could that be ?”
I peeped through the window and there, sitting on Madame Lauren’s lap was some kind of animal , that looked like a great big ball of fluff with slanty eyes, claws as sharp as razorblades, tiny, pointy little ears, a short twisted greyish tail. “What could it be ? “ and oh my lord, Madame Lauren was feeding the monster MY tea !
“Well I never ! “ I was so angry , upset , distraught !
I marched straight back to my pen, stacked up some logs, jumped into my pen and SULKED!!!, a nice, big, long, real, sulk .
A few hours later I was woken up by that dreadful noise again. Yes – Madame Lauren was sitting in front of me with that dreadful monster. After a while Lauren introduced me to – it, but I didn’t take any notice at all.

The next thing I new was that I was looking up the monsters nose. It was early morning and the monsters nose was in my face with its body outstretched all over mine. I pushed it off me and walked away. A few seconds later the monster came out and said “ Hi I’m Cathy the Cat, your owner brought me off old Mc Donald Henry.”
I was terrified – would Cathy the Cat have to live with me forever? Then Cathy the Cat suddenly said “ I saw you yesterday in through the window looking at me.”
In an angry voice I said “ yeah, you were eating my Saturday Supper of mushy leftovers and sour milk ! “
“Your what ? “Cathy replied
“It’s a treat I get every Saturday at Suppertime of mushy leftovers and sour milk! “ I quickly replied
“You can have it, I hate it “replied Cathy
After a while we became friends, especially after her giving me her Saturday supper – which reminds me that it is Saturday afternoon now and I can hear Madame Lauren calling now. So I’ve gotta go.
Bye