Wiglet
by Judith Bakkensen

The wiglet moved acorss the surface of the clickit.  Her back flowed into the smooth concave surface.  It shaped her pliable body as she slid along, negotiating the easy ride.  The wiglet had decided to start this experience several days ago.  She came up from the earth and checked out the sky.  Hum, she thought 'a great day for a slide'.

She moved along looking and smelling for the best vegration to munch.  The days have been so rainy, so smooth and safe - perfect for a wiglet.

She stretched across the clickit.  'This is the life', she thought.  This is a perfect time. 

A shadow crossed her world.  She heard a child's voice, "Oh, gross, a slug.  Grandma, Grandma, there's a slug.  I hate slugs"

Grandma said, "No problem.   Let me use your hand trowel

The child said,  "NO, not mine."

"Not mine either", said the other little boy.

Grandma laughed and got the big shovel.  She tossed the wiglet across the world.