On the day I sent the previous issue of the Vine, the first comment I had from any of our kids was from 9-year old Erin. She hadn't been very happy when I told her we'd be done publishing the Vine, but she didn't say too much.

I just let her set up her own email account that she uses with close supervision. She sent me an email that said 'WHY ARE YOU QUITTING THE VINE?' I was impressed that she cared, and was surprised since I figured that she would welcome the break from me typing and taking calls all the time.

She still tries to come up with ways to convince me to keep doing it. Got to love her. She decided to write a story for the last issue. It was from a reading prompt that her teacher gave her. For the first time in Vine history, I resisted fixing spelling and grammatical errors.

Turkey tale

One day, Farmer Sue left her little, old truck in the gravel driveway with the engine running. She did not know Tom Turkey was out of his pen and wanted to drive.

Tom was so excited he was speechless.

The only thing he could say was” gobble, gobble, gobble.” He bounced onto the seat and could not reach the tiny peddle. Tom was so determined that he went back to his pen and gathered two large sticks.

But then, Farmer Sue came out and turned off the old truck. Tom didn’t care he had stilts to work on!!! After a lot of work they were ready. Tom waited and waited…and waited for Farmer Sue to leave the truck running.

Finally it happened.

Tom grabbed his stilts and sprinted to the truck. Then he began to drive.

All of a sudden, the truck went out of control. Tom found that the barn and truck were both squashed.

Farmer Sue flew out of her house to see a horrible mess. Then she said” I know you made a big mess, but I’m going to invite you to my Thanksgiving feast.”

Then Tom was never ever seen again.

     THE END!!!