Lost Grandma
“Grandmother! Grandmother! Where are you?” I yelled at the top of my lungs.
But she was nowhere to be seen. Here I was, standing in the frozen food
aisle in Wolly World (well, actually it’s called Wal Mart). I was looking while
I ran up and down aisles but I could not figure out where she could possibly be.
I asked some lady that looked like she worked at this place, “Excuse me, ma’am,
can I get on the loudspeaker and tell Mary Alice Fertic to come get me?” She
responded, “Sorry, kid, I do not work here.”
I was so embarrassed, acting like a cutie pie that lost my grandmother to some
lady with no sense. Hey lady, can’t you see I’m lost here. She could have helped
me find my grandmother instead of walking away leaving me here to be lost again!
Man, am I madder than a bug and even sadder because I AM STILL LOST!
So, here I am standing against Honey Nut Cheerios and Frosted Flakes thinking of
what to do with a tear dripping down my cheek. "Stop it Brandy, I’ll find her,”
I said to myself and slapped myself in the cheek.
All of a sudden, I had the perfect idea. I am going to cry and scream and stamp
my feet until she comes. So I did. “WHAHHHHHHH, I want my Grandmother.
Whahhhhhh,” I wailed, my arms swishing side to side, stamping my feet.
“Why aren’t these people helping me and where in the heck is my
Grandmother,” I said in my worried ball of mushy stuff in my skull. I cried and
cried and cried but everyone here is too nutbrainy to ask what’s wrong with me.
I screamed with tears, “GRANDMOTHER!” It did not work so I just sat down by the
celery, carrots and tomatoes and cried, cried, cried.
When suddenly, I heard my name. At last the treasure is coming to get me. I
saw her run up. We hugged and hugged each other. I said, “Grandmother, I’ll
never look at some guy’s oatmeal box and get sidetracked ever again. I’ll look
at Pooh Bear fruit snacks. Just kidding.” And we laughed all the way to
check out.
