CHAPTER ONEThursday started like any other day, except it started 15 minutes later than normal as I overslept. This normally would not have been an issue, but Thursday is Garbage Pickup Day, and the garbage truck arrives in our circle before 8 am. After quickly getting dressed I rushed out to move our green garbage can to the curb, but alas...it was too late. The large garbage truck had completed its work in our circle and moved onto the next side street.
CHAPTER TWO
Chapter Two continues as I realize there is no way I want to try and collect another week's worth of garbage into our already full green trash receptacle. I then decide to make my move. I begin running with the garbage can behind me, the can rolling on its two large wheels. I made the turn out of the circle and see that the truck has only completed one side of the street. I decide to place my garbage can next to a neighbors yet-to-be-emptied can. The plan seemed flawless. Leave the can here and pick it up later.
CHAPTER THREE
Three chapters for a simple story about how you lost your garbage can? Yes.
The plan seemed to go smoothly until it was time to retrieve our garbage can. The problem? It was missing. I know what you are thinking, Who steals a garbage can? I don't know. We knocked on the door of the home our garbage can had taken up residence at in our time of need, but they were not home. Calls to other neighbors also revealed no eye witnesses. Our garbage can must have felt all alone as they day turned to night and we could not find it.
CHAPTER FOUR
Your kidding right? Just get to the end of your story.
Don't worry, there is a happy ending to this story. Alisa bravely ventured into the cold in search again for our missing garbage can. (We did contemplate making posters to place on telephone polls, yet underground fiber optic cables have really eliminated this option. There are no telephone polls anymore.)
Finally, Alisa was successful in finding the lost can. A family down the street had accidentally placed their recycling bin out instead of their trash bin. At the end of the day they simply grabbed an available garbage can and took it into the warmth of their garage. Alisa knocked on the door and asked if they by any chance had a second garbage can? They looked, they did, they gladly returned the can.
EPILOGUE
The can was quickly returned to the safety of our garage,...and then promptly filled with a day's worth of Mckay's diapers. Ahh, it's good to be home. 
3 comments:
i hope you do become a writer some day. i will defiitely be a reader of your work. glad your garbage can is safe and sound.
I hate oversleeping on garbage day. Why do they have to come so early anyway?
aren't you a children's book writer? well, i think this story would make a great board book. why don't you put out the garbage can the night before? that's what many of our neighbors do, and our garbage truck doesn't even come until the afternoon... you can thank me later for solving your problem.
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