Word Press Challenge

"Shit! Boooob, come back here!" Bob always knew when the mail was coming, and Sarah should have known better than to leave the doggie door open.  He was sitting beside the picture window staring longingly at the bluejays in Mrs. Fellenbacher's bird feeder across the street when the mailman pulled up. He always had a doggie treat for Bob. Without warning, he let out an anticipatory bark and darted out for the mailbox.

As if things like this never happened before, Sarah nearly jumped out of her skin in surprise, knocking over the expensive bottle of Genuine Vermont Maple Syrup. With a gasp she lunged her body across the table to save the glass bottle from crashing to the floor and making a sticky mess. But her arm slammed over the edge of the plate catapulting it off the table and onto the floor. "Shit!" she shouted again. "At least I saved the syrup."

Bob was off and running and she could already hear Mrs. Fellenbacher, the neighbor shouting,"Teh, teh, teh. Get! Get!" She didn't know whether to run after Bob or clean up her mess. The mess and her half-written thank you note would have to wait. She took off running. "Bob. Bob, come back here." She was relieved to see Bob sitting beside the mail jeep gladly accepting a scratch behind the ear and chewing on a doggie biscuit. She thanked the mailman and he handed her the mail.

Bob followed Sarah back to the house as she flipped through the pile of junk mail to find a letter at the bottom. Elated, she exclaimed to Bob, "It's a letter from Grandma!" Sarah didn't even need to flip the envelope over for the return address, because Grandma always hand wrote letters with a fountain ink calligraphy pen. She opened it feverishly to find just what she was hoping for. A ticket to visit her this summer in Vermont.