This is my entry for the 3rd Annual Valentiny Day Writing Contest. The contest asks for a childrens' Valentine's Day story of no more than 214 words. I loved doing this contest! It was so...oddly liberating...having such tight restrictions. I tried a few different directions with this story before settling on this rather silly tale. I hope you enjoy it!
“Help!” hollered Hen, “I must make a valentine for Cow, so she’ll love me and let me ride around on her magnificent horns. But look at this place! There’s not a speck of glitter or a scrap of ribbon! No red paper, no glue!”
“How about a feed sack and string?” Suggested Cat.
“UGH,” moped Hen. “Those horns deserve fabulous, not feed sack.”
“Scratch a heart in the dirt!”
“Dirt?! She’ll walk right through it and break my heart.”
No, no, no, Hen moaned hopelessly.
“Well,” Cat said, “even if you can’t make a valentine, you still have the biggest butt in the whole barn. It’s fantabulous! It’s glorious! It’s the fluffiest butt ever!”
Hen sighed, comforted. She did have the fluffiest butt.
A red feather fell from the rafters, one of Hen’s own.
She shoved her butt in Cat’s face. “My butt! Is it heart-shaped?”
Hen primped and preened and braided all night.
She waited on the fence for the sun to rise. As Cow came over the hill, Hen presented the prettiest, poofiest, floofiest valentine the farm had ever seen.
“Will you be my valentine?”
Cow swooned. She’d been feeling so unappreciated.
Hen perched her glorious behind on Cow's magnificent horns, and off they went, best friends forever.