Saturday Wordzzle # 58

The idea is, every week Raven (Views From Raven's Nest) gives you between 8 and 10 words/phrases and you have to create a small but coherent paragraph using every one of them and the same with the mini challenge. You can do either, both or a megawordzzle using all the words, or even all three, it's up to you, you can post them on your blog or email them to Raven. If you join in go to Raven's and put your name on the Mr. Linky so other participants can come visit you.



Here's my efforts, complete with my doodles.

 
This Week's Ten Word Challenge is: acrobat; grocery store; ceiling fan; dandelion; bumble bee; alabaster; scissors; chartreuse; strenuously; cube

Chartreuse Alabaster was staring out of the window of her grocery store watching a bumble bee strenuously collecting pollen from a lone dandelion on the small patch of grass outside. Popping a cube of chocolate into her mouth she picked up a pair of scissors, went outside and cut down the dandelion, depriving the bee of it’s nectar. It was a warm day and once back inside the shop she turned on the ceiling fan, only to find it wasn’t working. Positioning the stepladders she climbed up to the fan, balancing like an acrobat, it was a shock when the ladder slipped and she crashed to the floor knocking herself unconscious. “Serves her right” thought the bee as it stung her on the bum!



Mini Challenge: iPod; poison ivy; computer; interpreter; optometrist

Spike was busy downloading his favourite tracks, including ‘Optometrist’ by ‘Poison Ivy’, from the computer onto his iPod. He would listen to them whilst waiting for the meeting with his boss and a new French client to start, at which he would be an interpreter.




Megawordzzle

Arty Alabaster owned a modest cube shaped house with a garden, of which he was very proud, in a quiet suburb. Woebetide any dandelion that dared to take root in Arty’s lawn. Picking up the scissors he began to snip away at the poison ivy which was creeping through his fence from next door’s garden. Arty didn’t get on with his neighbours, who consisted of mother, father and six children all of who were thick, noisy and cheeky, something their parents strenuously denied whenever Arty complained about them which he did, frequently.

Suddenly a huge bumble bee lurched towards him landing on his lip where it deposited it’s sting, making Arty stumble and fall headlong into the ivy. Leaping like an acrobat Arty threw down his scissors and dashed into the kitchen trying to remember what one puts on bee stings to neutralise them. Winegar for Wasps, Bicarb for Bees he remembered the rhyme, as he rifled through the cupboards looking for some bicarb.



“Oh Bother, I wonder if Chartreuse will do, I think I read somewhere that it has medicinal properties” he muttered to himself as he uncorked the bottle and splashed it onto his lip, then proceeded to apply it liberally to the ivy stings.


Beginning to sweat he turned on the ceiling fan, his lip was now so swollen he would need an interpreter to make himself understood. He remembered an article he’d come across whilst surfing the net on his computer about a bee sting being lethal. The victim had been asleep when a bee had crawled into his open mouth and stung his tongue and it had swelled so bad the man had choked!

Arty was in panic mode now, he rushed outside into the garden and noticed the eldest girl from next door coming down the street listening to her iPod . He knew she worked at the grocery store, she had probably just left there, could he persuade her to go back and get him some bicarb he wondered. Waving his arms to attract her attention he lumbered towards the gate just as she looked up.   Dodging out of his way she ran up her own garden path shouting to her mother that “the odd optometrist next door just tried to attack me Mum!”

Her mother shot out of the door with a frying pan in her hand only to find Arty collapsed in the street. Assessing the situation she shouted “Phone an ambulance quickly” to her daughter whilst she knelt beside him trying to comfort him saying “Help’s on the way Arty.”

By the time the ambulance arrived Arty was in a coma, he was taken to the hospital and was admitted to the ICU, where he spent the next six weeks,  the doctor said he’d have died but the for the quick thinking neighbour. His neighbours phoned every day to ask how he was and they even looked after his garden for him. On the day he was discharged from hospital his neighbours called to ask how he was feeling. Arty stood on his doorstep and said

“If you’d taken care of your garden I wouldn’t have been out there trying to get rid of the poison ivy and the bloody bee wouldn’t have stung me, it’s all your fault” and he promptly slammed the door.



You thought he was going to thank them for saving his life didn’t you? Well I had to have a twist at the end didn’t I? LOL