The Daily Writing Prompt

Lost Mittens

18
December 2009

Today, well, last night since as of my writing this it is technically Saturday, I was down at the local store when I realized I had lost my gloves. Oh no! It is a very nice hat, scarf, glove set that me and mom had for years and years. I had the hat, and the scarf, but I had not seen the gloves since I got into the car with them at the house.

I called the store, no luck, no one had turned the gloves in yet, but I don’t expect them to. This is a nicer set of ladies gloves from far enough back that they actually keep the hands warm. I’m sure that if they fell out of the car when I got out of it, or fell out of the cart somewhere in the store, that whoever found them turned them into a Christmas present. ::sigh:: I want my gloves.

Anyway, this brings me to today’s writing prompt, brought to you by my lost gloves and the favorite children’s rhyme The Three Little Kittens. Write something about lost gloves or mittens.

An illustration from R. M. Ballantyne's 1858 story based on the Three Little Kittens nursery rhyme.

An illustration from R. M. Ballantyne's 1858 story based on the Three Little Kittens nursery rhyme.

The Three Little Kittens

Three little kittens, they lost their mittens,

And they began to cry,

Oh, mother dear, we sadly fear

That we have lost our mittens.

What! Lost your mittens, you naughty kittens!

Then you shall have no pie.
Mee-ow, mee-ow, mee-ow, mee-ow.
You shall have no pie.

The three little kittens, they found their mittens,

And they began to cry,

Oh, mother dear, see here, see here,

Our mittens we have found.

Put on your mittens, you silly kittens,

And you shall have some pie.
Purr-r, purr-r, purr-r,
Oh, let us have some pie.

The three little kittens, put on their mittens,

And soon ate up the pie;

Oh, mother dear, we greatly fear

That we have soiled our mittens

What! Soiled your mittens, you naughty kittens!

Then they began to sigh,
Mee-ow, mee-ow, mee-ow, mee-ow.
They began to sigh.

The three little kittens, they washed their mittens,

And hung them out to dry;

Oh! mother dear, do you not hear

That we have washed our mittens?

What! Washed your mittens, then you’re such good kittens.

But I smell a rat close by
Mee-ow, mee-ow, mee-ow, mee-ow.
We smell a rat close by.


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