Charlotte's Web has one of my favorite beginnings and favorite sob-inducing endings — "It is not often that someone comes along who is a true friend and a good writer. Charlotte was both."— and so I was particularly eager to read your responses.
As per usual, you did not disappoint!
Here are a few, chosen at random.
“It was a crisp Sunday winter morning and a small boy and his mom sat on their sofa blowing softly on their steaming mugs of tea.
Where is Papa going with that axe? He's going into the woods to find our Christmas tree. Would you like to go?”
—
Sarah from Toronto
“As we approached the river, deeper into the woods, my curiosity peaked. Where is Papa going with that axe? Dressed for a hunt, with a picnic packed we paused briefly by the flowing River.”— Anonymous
“Charlotte looked out the front window and saw a man walking away from the house. Where is Papa going with that axe? Papa entered the nearby forest to chop and gather wood for the fireplace.”— Don from Columbus
“He held his stare deep ahead. Where is Papa going with that axe? I don’t know, and don’t ask.”— Nick from Columbus
Yikes!
Thank you to all who shared your work.
