Teresa has kindly tagged me first for this latest Finish The Story.
First the rules:
1) Copy and paste the story as you receive it
2) Contribute to or finish the story
3) Tag another person to continue (unless you finish it, of course)
4) Have fun!
Here we go then with Teresa’s introduction
What’s In The Basket
Evan and Dot woke early Easter morning, jumped out of their twin-sized beds and bolted for their bedroom door.
“Me first,” Evan said, ripping Dot’s hand off the door handle.
Dot scoffed and pulled Evan’s hand away from the door. “Nuh-uh, me first!”
In one swift motion, Evan grabbed Dot’s nightgown and pulled her to the ground. Even though they were twins, Evan had two inches and ten pounds on her. “Me first.”
No sooner had he reached for the door, he began howling in pain as Dot’s teeth sank lower into his bare leg. “MOM!”
Mom and Dad rushed into their room. Evan’s face turned bright red as he spied Dad’s Superman boxers. Dad owned the situation and assumed Superman’s famous pose, glaring down at his daughter. “Dorthy Alice Cooper!”
“What have we said about biting?” Mom finished.
They were always finishing each other’s sentences. Especially when yelling at Evan or Dot.
Tears soaked Evan’s t-shirt more when Dot dug her nails into his butt when she stood.
“He started it!”
“Don’t you dare give me that, little Miss,” Mom said, wagging her finger. “You know what today is, don’t you?”
Dot nodded. “That’s why I wanted to be first.”
Evan’s eyes lit as he sneered at her. “You admit you started it. Oh my gosh! You are so going to get it!”
“Excuse me,” Dad said, gripping Evan on the shoulder. “Is that how we behave.”
Evan winced and shook his head.
“You two know what happens when little boys and girls have been mean to each other on Easter, don’t you?”
Dot and Evan looked at each other in horror. They knew alright. Everyone knew. They gulped and looked at Mom and Dad. “We’re sorry,” they said in unison.
Mom shook her head and looked at Dad who shrugged. “You know what’s going to happen if you don’t mean it. I think the Easter bunny left your basket in the living room.”
Evan and Dot bolted out the door and ran downstairs. Soon, shouts of “me first” and “you’re mean” filtered through the house. Mom sighed and Dad shrugged. “What can you do?”
Evan was the first to reach the Easter basket laden with goodies. There were eggs of all colors, chocolate coins, marshmallow bunnies, and rainbow-colored plastic grass. He slapped Dot’s hand away from his favorite colored egg and reached in to see if there was anything under the grass.
The room started spinning and all he could think of was to grab onto his sister for dear life, hoping she would save him and stop whatever was happening–she didn’t.
With a flash of light and deafening crack, Evan and Dot landed painfully on their bottoms.
Dot was the first to open her eyes. “Where are we?”
The first tag goes to Pensitivity101. Hopefully she knows where the kids landed.
Here’s my addition:
‘You mean you don’t know?’ Evan demanded. ‘This is all your fault! I’m going to tell………… DAD!!!’
‘It’s no good calling for your parents, children.’ said a voice. ‘They can’t hear you down here.’
Rubbing her sore bottom, Dot stood up.
‘Where are you? It’s rude not to show yourself when you’re talking to somebody.’
The Smile appeared first, then big blue eyes followed by a furry face, an extraordinarily large tabby body and a forked tail.
‘The Cheshire Cat!’ Evan stated.
‘Not exactly. That’s in a parallel fairy tale, and as you can see ‘ it added waving its appendage, ‘ they got my tail completely wrong! Now then………..’
‘Oh no you don’t,’ said Dot bossily. ‘We want to know where we are and why we’re here. And where’s our basket?’
The Cat’s eyes flashed angrily, then it sighed.
‘Esther Bounie wants to meet you and……..’
‘Oh goody,’ Evan interrupted rubbing his hands in glee. ‘We get to meet the Easter Bunny for real. All that chocolate!!’
‘Er no. Esther might be a relation, but she is not the Easter Bunny at all, and certainly doesn’t like chocolate. She’s more of a ………….
OK……….. over to Sadje for the next installment.
Looking forward to see where she takes it………………….