Half Pint Story Contest


Half Pint Story Contest Winners

Frist Place Winner:  Janet Wolf - Congrats, Janet!  Read Janet's story below:
One Easter weekend Half Pint and her daddy went to an egg hunt at the park.  They got there a little early, so Daddy started chatting with another parent while they waited.  After a few minutes, he realized he had made a mistake because Half Pint was no longer in sight.  He headed toward the garden at the far end of the park, and just before he got there, she sprang out from under a bush, her dress covered in dirt and leaves in her hair.
“Half Pint!  What were you doing?”  He gave her his stern look, but she just looked at him innocently.  He looked under the bush and found a hoard of Easter eggs!
“Honey, you are not supposed to take the eggs until the hunt starts.  Now we need to put these back for the other children,” and he began to gather them up.
“Please daddy, can I keep them?” she asked, batting her eyelashes prettily.
“Pretty please, daddy?” she asked and batted her eyelashes again.
Daddy sighed.  “You can keep half.  Let’s go put the others back.”
Half Pint smiled triumphantly and joined her father in dropping the eggs across the lawn (somehow she ended up with more than half).  They finished just as the hunt began, and Daddy let her join the fun.
She quickly spied an egg in her favorite color-- yellow.  She went to grab it, but unfortunately, so did a little boy.  Both held on to the egg and glared at each other, but neither let go.  So, she got within an inch of the boy’s face and yelled “Let GO!”.  The little boy let go and ran off crying, and she happily put the egg in her basket.
Later Daddy found her sprawled on the grass, eating candy.  “Can I have a wipe?” she asked, holding out chocolaty hands.
“Daddy doesn’t carry wipes like Mommy; we need to find a bathroom” he said and looked around.  Half Pint shrugged and wiped her hands on her dress.  Daddy sighed and took her hand, just as a woman stormed toward them.
“That is the worst behaved child I have ever seen!” she said, pointing at Half Pint.  He started to laugh, then realized she was serious.  “She made my grandson cry!”
Right next to her was the little boy Half Pint had fought with over the egg.  “What happened?”  Daddy asked Half Pint.
“He had my egg,” she replied.
The woman said, “She yelled at my grandson and made him cry!”
Daddy turned to Half Pint and said, “Apologize, honey”.
“Sorry,” she said, then whispered, “not sorry.”
Daddy gave her a stern look.
“Sorry,” she said.
Daddy turned to the woman, “I’m very sorry, and so is my daughter.”  But the woman continued to lecture Daddy.  He picked up his muddy, chocolaty child and turned to leave as the woman said: “And what is she going to be when she grows up?”
“Your grandson’s boss,” Daddy said, and left.

The Second Place Winners are AnnMarie Biegner, Bowles, Lorraine Bonecki and Lynda Logan.  Read the prize winning stories below:
What are you doing?”
By AnnMarie Biegner
Hearing a crash from the living room, her mother entered and said, "Excuse me, young lady, what are you doing?"
"I'm gonna tame a dragon!" stated Half Pint as she swayed from the curtain rod waving a paper towel tube as a sword.
Eyeing the broken window and ripped curtain, her mother stated, "I don't think you'll find a dragon by swinging from the curtain rod and breaking a window! Get down, please."
Half Pint rolled her eyes, "but Mom, I need to scale the mountain to get to the cave."
With a huff, Half Pint bounced off the sofa and scampered down the hall.
Confirming that every shard of glass was removed, that the wood covering the missing pane of glass was secure, and that the curtain was repaired, her mother began to notice the quiet and grew concerned. "Half Pint?"
She heard an ear piercing scream from the backyard and jumped to her feet.
"What are you doing wearing the pots and pans, young lady?"
"I'm a Knight in battle," and the strainer slipped down her forehead. Half Pint pushed the strainer back, picked up a rock, raised her sword, and sounded the battle cry. Bristy, her trusted Collie, joined the charge.  They ran in unison, both grinning with excitement until Half Pint's shoelace caught a twig causing her to stumble and fall. Her mother gasped as she saw the rock take flight. As if in slow motion, the rock landed squarely in the center of the car door.
Half Pint rolled, Bristy yipped, and her mother sighed under her breath, "It was only delivered yesterday..." She stared at the massive dent and slowly shook her head, "Half Pint?", but she was already gone. "Bristy?" The dog poked her head out the kitchen door and barked. Her mother arched her brow, stood up, and turned towards the house.
Half Pint was lying on the floor giggling with Bristy. Her mother watched for a few seconds before placing the laundry in the machine. Just before she added the detergent, the phone rang. Speaking to the insurance agent was not uncommon; and as she gave the details of the collision, she saw a white streak by the backyard mud pit soon to be known as the Koi Pond. The phone cord permitted her to shift just enough to realize….  She dropped the phone, yelling “Emma Jean Bigglemeyer, what are you doing with my wedding dress?” She ran to the door as Cloudy, the cat, pounced on the 2 X 4 mud pit bridge where Emma Jean was precariously perched.  The 2 X 4 wobbled until Emma Jean and Cloudy flew into the mud.
Emerging, Emma Jean hooted and yelled to her mom, “I’m a Princess who walked the plank!”
Cloudy was yowling as her mother sank to the ground, took a deep breath, and looked at her watch to discover that it was only 8:25 in the morning on the first day of summer vacation.

Froggy Went a Courtin’

By Bonnie Bowles


Froggy Went a Courtin’
Emma pushes her untouched plate away.  “Half Pint, don’t bite off more than you can chew,” she says, glumly.
Half Pint’s so excited she’s gobbling her breakfast.  Her second grade class is taking a field trip to the high school to see Into the Woods and Emma, her sister, and Charlie, the next door neighbor, are in the play.  Half Pint wishes she could sing like her sister and have Charlie as her Prince Charming.    
“If I was Rapunzel, I’d be the happiest girl in the world!” Half Pint says, her mouth chocked full of waffle.  
“I’d be happy if I didn’t have to dissect a frog after the show.”
Half Pint’s eyes grow wide. 
Emma continues, “We watched our teacher stimulate the vagus nerves, so do we have to do it?  The frogs are so cute I don’t want them to die.” 
Half Pint doesn’t know anything about vagus nerves, but she does know frogs are awesome and shouldn’t die unnecessarily.  As Emma pushes her science book into her backpack, Half Pint gets an idea.
Outside the auditorium, Ms. Sochol’s eyes move over her students.   “No gum.  No talking,” she says, her eyes stopping on Half Pint, “And no shenanigans!”
Half Pint hates when Ms. Sochol singles her out, but she nods anyway.    
As the lights go down, Half Pint turns to her best friend.  “After Emma sings, I’ll go tinkle, then count to forty and start coughing.  Ms. Sochol will make you get a drink of water, then.” 
Sophia is afraid, but loves frogs and agrees to be the lookout.    
Emma finishes singing her “A-h-h-h-h-h-s,” but Half Pint stays seated.  She doesn’t move her eyes off Prince Charming until Sophia whispers, “Was he a frog first?”
Half Pint jumps up and the seat slaps shut She can almost feel Ms. Sochol’s eyes, but she picks up her backpack and asks a chaperone if she can be excused. 
Outside the auditorium Half Pint waits for her eyes to adjust, then runs tippy-toe down the gleaming hallway.  She passes way too many doors before she comes upon the one marked: SCIENCE LAB. 
She waves at Sophia standing at the far end of the hall at the water fountain, then pushes open the heavy metal door.
Half Pint’s thankful she’s back in the auditorium in time to see her sister bow.  But mostly she’s happy everyone’s clapping so loud.
Once everyone’s on the bus, Ms. Sochol yells, “Settle down!” 
When things grow quiet, Half Pint hears “Ribbit!  Ribbit!” echoing from her backpack. 
Half Pint’s face flushes.  She can’t sing like Emma, but belts out anyway: “Froggy went a-courtin’ he did ride, mm-hmmm.  Sword and pistol by his side, mm-hmmm.”
Ms. Sochol laughs and everyone joins in, singing loud all the way back to school. 
Getting off the bus, Half-Pint nestles her wiggly backpack to her chest.  And as she walks home, she wonders how many of these frogs she’ll have to kiss before she gets her Prince Charming. 
Half Pint
By Lorraine Bonecki

I remember when I couldn’t wait to have my own little sister.  What was I thinking?
Don’t get me wrong.  Half Pint is an adorable kid with that playful grin of hers and the mischievous twinkle in her bright eyes, but she can be – well—a handful.
We were at the park when we ran into Susie Harker.  I wanted to ask Susie to the Spring Dance, but I was having a hard time building up my courage.
Susie looked at Half Pint and cooed, “Biff, your little sister is so sweeeeet.”
Half Pint giggled, stuck out her tongue, and ran off to play on the bouncy horse.  She took her jump rope and whipped her bright blue steed without mercy.  “Go, Horsey, go faster!  Move your big blue . . .”
            “What did she say?”         
            “Nothing, Susie,” The kid must have picked up that word from Dad.  “The Spring Dance . . . would you . . . “
            “Tired of horsey.” came a little voice at my side, “Play on slide.”
            I started towards the kiddie slides, and Half Pint stopped me with a frown.
            “Not the ones for babies.  I want the BIG slide.”
            “Are you sure?  Won’t you be scared?”
            She folded her arms and stuck out her lower lip.  “I’m bwave, Biff.  I want the BIG slide.”  She gauged my reaction as if trying to decide whether or not to burst into one of her infamous tantrums.  I quickly relented before the whimpering started full-force.
            Half Pint scrambled up the steps, threw kisses and slid into the tube.  Moments later a blood-curdling shriek could be heard ringing throughout the park.
            “I’m stuck!  Biff, I’m scared!”
            “The poor darling!” Suzie cried out, “Quick!  Do something!”
            I climbed to the top, and looked down the slide. “Half Pint?”  My voice echoed through the hollow tube.  No answer.  Now I was getting worried.  Susie said something, but I couldn’t make it out.  I leaned in further and further and ...
            “I wasn’t weally scared,” came a high-pitched childish laugh BEHIND me.  “Here I am.”
            “Now I’m stuck.  I can’t get out, Half Pint.”
            “Then maybe,” she said thoughtfully, “You should go IN.”  She shoved me hard, and I went hurtling through the tube.   As I came out the other end, scraping myself face first in the mud, I felt a heavy object land on top of me.
            Half Pint clapped her hands and giggled.  “Let’s do it again!”
            My jeans were torn, I was caked in dirt and my chin was bleeding.  “Half Pint!”  I began threateningly.  “When I get my hands on you . . .”
            “Oh, Biff!”  Suzie ran to my side. “How WONDERFUL of you to take such good care of your little sister.  Of course, I’ll go to the Spring Dance with you.”
            “Yes, bwother Biff?”  Half Pint looked at me innocently.
            I patted her on the head.  “Half Pint, you’re an angel.”
            She gave me a merry wink.         
Half Pint
By Lynda Logan
Today is the day. Today it’s time to rescue the candy. Carmel eggs, marshmallow treats, candy bars, taffy and more. I love taffy, so sticky and gooey. I’ve been planning this moment for so long, ever since I spotted that bag. I love candy. I dream about candy. My Aunt always brings plenty of candy when she visits.  Mom just shakes her head, gives me one piece, and whisks it away. She thinks I don’t know where the candy disappears to but if I stand on my tiptoes and tilt my head way back I can see the corner of the candy bag on top of the fridge. 
Mom’s working on the flower beds today. She calls it gardening.  Mom won’t let me near the garden anymore since the incident.  I was just trying to help. I wanted to surprise mom for Mother’s Day. I worked hard pulling those weeds out of the flower beds so mom could plant some pretty flowers. Purple flowers, I love purple flowers. I can still see the look on mom’s face as I scampered away. How was I supposed to know that those green stems were almost flowers?  Whoops.
Mom is finally outside. I thought she’d never leave the house. Now, it’s time to get that bag. I pull the stool over to the fridge and climb up on the first rung. Wow, that is a long way up. It’s hard to see the top of the fridge. Looks like I’ll have to stand on top of the stool. I stretch as far as I can reach. Rats! I’m still a few inches shy of that bag. I’m on the tip top of my tippy toes and not quite there. I can just touch it if I stretch. Oh no. The bag is starting to teeter and bobble then it topples off the fridge. The goodies fall like candy raindrops leaving piles of sugary treats everywhere as they hit the floor. Oops. Time to get down but the stool is tipping. I try to balance on one leg and hang onto the fridge but the fridge is so smooth. There’s nothing to hold onto. Free falling like the candy, I land on marshmallow treats, whoo-hoo!
Candy, look at all this candy! I’m surrounded by mountains of candy, all of my favorite candy. There’s enough candy here to share with my friends, too. We’ll have a party. I’ll plan a party with my friends. I wonder how many chocolate covered raisins will fit in my nose? Wait, what’s that? Oh no, it’s my mom. She’s pounding on the front door, calling for me, “Half Pint! Haaalf PINNNTT! Unlock this door.”  No worries.  I’m safe for a while with my precious bounty, I can take my time. See, I locked the front door. I locked the garage door. Oh, I locked the slider to the deck, too. It was such a simple plan. Now, where to hide the candy before I unlock a door? Tee-hee.

Thank you for the terrific entries - each one was filled with joyful mischeif and hilarity.  It was really fun to read through all the entries and eveyrone did a superb job!  Thanks for your participation.