The Imaginations Of Bobby
It was just after breakfast when Bobby’s mother finished the laundry. She emptied the basket of clean towels onto the couch and began to fold them. Bobby came in riding the broomstick like it was his horse.
“Woo,” he said, pulling back on the string tied to the broom. He dismounted his make believe horse and headed for the pile of towels.
“Look out!” he yelled to his mother as the towels turned into a fire breathing dragon. He pulled a cardboard sword out of the waistband of his pajamas and charged at the multi-colored dragon.
“Take that and that!” he yelled as he swung his home made sword into the pile of towels.
“Don’t worry,” he said. “That dragon wont be bothering us anymore.”
“My little hero,” his mother said.
Bobby climbed into the laundry basket and made it tip back and forth like he had just gotten into a boat.
“Looks like rough water up ahead,” he said, using his sword as a paddle.
“Make sure your back by lunch,” his mother played along.
“Okay mom,” Bobby said.