for Octpowrimo, day 26, where the prompt is to write about family, or a family member
We were eating lunch one day
in the kitchen – as you do,
when round the door a head appears
– won’t you come out and play?
Pippin, grazing the garden,
had wanted some company
so he came in the house to find us
without so much as a ‘pardon’.
The room was too small to turn round,
so we marched him into the hall
right out through the front door.
On the carpet nothing was found.
Coincidentally, Trifecta wanted 33-333 words on a beast in a strange place, à la Roald Dahl. I think this one might fit the bill!