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The kiwi vines are thick and green,
hanging heavily on the wires,
Small fruits hide, camouflaged
in their dense, jade spires.

Smiles of surprise and delight
with every precious find.
Each new bunch of grape-sized
fruit brings thrills to heart and mind.

Steps falter, a gasp escapes,
the cold grip of dread replaces
the bright hand of happiness
that just filled our faces.

Tiny iridescent blights of death
crunching on thick leaves.
My heart fills with angry woe
at these loathsome insect thieves.

That these horrid bugs dare
to threaten and cruelly waste
our long-awaited first harvest…
leaves behind a bitter taste.


First Taste

The first taste of his radish,
brought big smiles to Joe’s face.
He savored it a moment,
then spit and gagged…with grace.

Jacob’s find was better.
A snap pea, sharp and sweet.
The crunch was loud and crisp,
a taste that can’t be beat.

They each pulled out a carrot,
the root was thin like hay.
“Oh boys, you won’t have carrots
until another day.”

They pulled some weeds and chattered
about their garden dreams.
It took just one small veggie,
now they work as a team!



Hardy Kiwi

Tiny, rosebud flowers
grow on every vine.
Hiding brightly in the green
waiting for their time.

So far, every bud we find
is female through and through.
Just like squash, we need
a male to pollinate them too.

Is this the year we eat one?
Will fruits grow big and sweet?
Or will we lose each tiny bud
to beetles we can’t beat?

Tiny, whitish flowers
grow thick on the vine.
Hiding softly in the green
waiting for their time.


We have a one-eyed chicken.
She’s tiny, gray and white.
Smaller than the others,
full of fear and fright.

The bigger hens don’t like her.
They treat her with disdain.
They block her from the shelter,
and leave her in the rain.

But I know her little secret.
Her brilliant plan, perhaps.
While the others mock and scorn her,
She gets all the kitchen scraps!




We got lazy with the hens
and didn’t lock them in their pens.
For a time, there was no harm.
Then, the girls raised the alarm.

One buff chick was in the cage,
pacing back and forth in rage.
She gave an angry shout
when we finally came out.

We heard rustles, angry cries.
Puffy feathers, beady eyes.
Then, we saw the little punk…
a big, striped, stinky skunk!


Mischief Makers Day 25: Breaking News!

North Pole Gazette
December 25, 2018

BREAKING NEWS: Top Shelf Elf Trophy Awarded
By Sparkly Sprinkles

In a surprise move, Santa awarded this year’s Top Shelf Elf trophy to new recruits Figgy Frost and the unknown Pixie Powder.

Late to the season, these new Mischief Makers worked hard to reunite last season’s winners Nim Noel and Lil’ Lil, who apparently had a falling out over Jell-O.

Powder, sources tell us, is a member of the Birthday Beagle Brigade and was on assignment when she met the Mischief Makers.

“I had so much fun with Nim, Lil and Figgy!” Powder told reporters, twirling about the cameras.

Santa announced that the duo would be partners for the 2019 Season and assigned to a yet-to-be-announced locale. Powder and Frost completely lost their minds at this news and reporters could no longer get anything coherent out of them.


Mischief Makers Day 24: All’s Well That Ends Well

This year may have started bad,
but think of all the fun we had!
Ninja courses, lots of snow…
but now it’s time for us to go.

We’ll miss you two so very much
but we will try to keep in touch.
So don’t you worry, we’ll be back
and next December we’ll attack!

Mischief Makers Day 23: Christmas Clue

Lil rubbed her arm and groaned. “I knew I’d be sore after pointing that wand all day.”

“The sacrifice was worth it,” Nim said. “Did you see their faces when they saw us?”

Lil smiled. The boys were thrilled to see the elves re-enacting a scene from their favorite movie. They’d insisted on a Harry Potter marathon in the hope of an encore.

“I hope they aren’t too disappointed when we don’t do Harry Potter again tonight,” said Pixie.

“What are we going to do tonight?” asked Figgy.

The eve of Christmas Eve was the elves’ last night with the boys. They wanted to do something special and go out with a bang.

“Everyone needs to be a part of tonight’s mischief. Barrel included,” said Pixie as she picked up pieces from a board game the boys had been playing before bedtime.

“Oh don’t pick Clue up,” said Glitter. “I heard the boys say they were going to finish their game after breakfast.”


“I just want to see who killed who, where, and with what,” said Pixie.

Figgy and Nim shared confused looks. “Huh?”

“You know,” said Lil flying into the Dining Room. “Colonel Mustard, in the Conservatory, with the candlestick.”

Ooohh,” said Figgy with exaggerated understanding. “Who killed who, where, and with what. Of course.”

Nim landed in the Library while Figgy invaded the Study. The elves picked up the toy weapons and zipped over the game board, knocking over pawns and making a mess of the cards.

“The boys are going to be furious if you mess up their game,” warned Glitter. “Jake almost solved the murder.”

“We can play Clue!” Figgy crashed into the Kitchen.

Barrel barked and ran around the board, giving Pixie an idea. “We will solve a theft instead of a murder.”


“Who stole the cookies from the cookie jar?” teased Nim.

“Who stole my cheese?” laughed Lil.

“What came first, the chicken or the egg?” asked Figgy.

Lil rolled her eyes and unclasped the collar around Barrel’s neck. “No. Who hid Barrel’s barrel?”

“Who Hid Barrel’s Barrel?” All the elves turned to Glitter.

Glitter grumbled as she squeezed into the envelope with the solution. “I don’t see why I have to be the thief.”


“You are Mrs. White, Glitter,” said Lil.

“Yes,” added Nim. “You needed the barrel for the special punch Miss Scarlet made for Christmas day.”

“Don’t worry,” smiled Pixie. “You don’t go to jail.”

As they set up the game, the team thought of all the fun they’d had this Christmas season. Even though there were a few rough patches at the beginning, they’d all pulled together and made December as special as ever for their charges.

Nim put his monocle to his eye and looked at each of his friends. “I had a lot of fun this season even though, in the beginning…”

“Are you kidding?” squeaked Pixie. “This was the best fun I’ve had…EVER!”

Figgy nodded enthusiastically. “I’m so grateful that my first assignment was with you and Lil. I’ve learned so much!”

Lil hugged Nim. “And I’m grateful we made up.”

“Mrrrmy csms!”

The elves laughed. “Merry Christmas to you too Glitter!



Mischief Makers Day 22: Glitter the House Elf

Nim let out a big yawn. “I thought they would never go to bed.”

“Well, Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets is a looooong movie.” Lil stretched.

“And the boys LOVE it.” Glitter flexed.

And Mom and Dad fell asleep on the couch,” added Figgy. “The boys took full advantage.”

“Which gave Figgy and I an idea,” Pixie danced on her toes. Lil, Nim and Glitter looked at the pair expectantly.


“A re-enactment of the best scene in the movie,” said Figgy with a flourish of his hands.

Nim stretched like a cat. “And what’s the best scene in the movie?”

“Dobby’s freedom of course!” Pixie smiled.

“Oooo,” said Lil. “Can I be Dobby?”

Pixie shook her head. “Nope, you are Malfoy Sr.”

Lil slumped. “Why do I have to play the villain?”

Figgy fluttered over to Nim. “Nim will play Harry.”

Lil scowled. “Why does Nim get to play the hero?!”

“I am playing Ron,” said Pixie.

Lil glared. “Why do you get to play the sidekick!??

“And I’m Dumbledore,” finished Figgy.


Lil crossed her arms, playfully huffing and puffing.

The elves smiled, excitement in the air.

“Wait, aren’t you forgetting someone?” asked Glitter. “Who is going to play Dobby?”

Pixie and Figgy smiled with a mischievous gleam in their eyes and turned to Glitter. Nim and Lil giggled when they realized who was going to play the house elf.

Glitter the house elf
was a jolly happy sprite!
With a pillow case and a dirty sock
And a face filled with delight
Oh Glitter the house el—

“Can it,” grumbled Glitter. “I’ll play the little gremlin, but I would have been a better Dumbledore.”

“Hey!” protested Figgy. “I am going to look great with a beard!”

The group threw themselves in to making costumes and setting the scene. After several small skirmishes and a few huffy tantrums, they had the scene set up perfectly.

“Why couldn’t we have started the scene when they are all in Dumbledore’s office?” whispered Nim.

“My arm is going to get sore pointing this wand at Harry all day,” Lil groaned.

“Shhhhhh!” hissed Figgy. “I hear them. Places everyone!”



Mischief Makers Day 21: Christmas Caterpillar

Lil, Figgy and Nim sat hunched over a pile of sugar cubes, thinking.

“Sugar cube village?” Nim asked in a less-than-enthusiastic tone.

“Too much like the Lego village, er, disaster.” Lil eyed Nim and giggled.

“Underwear on the tree?” offered Figgy.

“Maybe.” Nim shrugged.

Lil sighed.

Figgy slumped.


“That’s it. We are officially out of ideas.” Lil put her small face in her hands.

“Chocolate always helps me think of good ideas,” said Pixie from inside the refrigerator.

“Chocolate helps everything,” said Lil.

“Aaaaand…here it is!” Pixie gave a mighty tug and pulled out a jumbo bottle of chocolate sauce.

“PIxie, be care–”.



Red and green apples tumbled to the floor, rolling in every direction.

“Oops.” Pixie landed with a squelch on the bottle of chocolate sauce. The lid popped off with a CLICK and thick syrup glooped out onto the floor.

Glitter came galloping into the kitchen with a red pipe cleaner trailing behind. “Is everyone ok? I heard a crash.”


“Everyone is fine,” said Nim. “Pixie had an…accident.”

“Glitter,” said Figgy. “Why do you have googly eyes on your antlers?”

Glitter jingled her collar. “I was looking for a craft.”

“A…craft?” asked Lil.

“Yes. For the boys.”

“I suppose we could—”.

“I’ve got it!” interrupted Pixie.

Lil, Figgy and Nim floated over to Pixie while Glitter cantered behind. Pixie had arranged all of the apples in a winding line on the bookshelf.


“Pixie, what are you doing?” asked Glitter.

“The apples represent the caterpillar.”

“The what?” Nim crinkled his brow.

“Figgy, you will be the One Apple.”

“Are you feeling ok, Pixie?” Figgy asked.

“Lil, you can be the cookie.”

“Wait a minute,” said Lil. “I think I know this story. Something about a caterpillar…”.

“I’ll be the chocolate bar.” Lil waved her hand at her already chocolate covered hat.

“A very hungry caterpillar,” said Figgy, catching on.

“And Glitter, you can be the beautiful butterfly!”

The team was smiling once again.

Everyone except Nim. “This is the boys’ favorite book and don’t have a part in it?”

“I have the perfect job for you, Nim.” Pixie handed Nim a small stick with a string.

Nim frowned at the stick. “Well, that’s not in The Very Hungry CaterpillarAnd what’s going on with the celery at the end?”

Pixie smiled. “Bait.”


*The Very Hungry Caterpillar by Eric Carle