The conversation at the No Thanks was about raising money for the Irish Dancers. Mac said, “We have to come up with something no one else does for an annual event.”
Brownie looked at everyone. “Locally, we’ve already got an apple, grape, pumpkin, balloon, dogwood, lilac and jazz festival. The only special food is grape pies. An’ they all sell the same junk food. The only thing we ain’t got is one for squash. Ain’t nobody gives it any credit.”
Mac’s eyes got big. “That’s it, we can have a squash festival.”
Brownie muttered, “Shoulda kept my trap shut.”
Written in response to Charli Mills August 29, 2023, prompt at Carrot Ranch Literary: In 99 words (no more, no less), write a story about a festa. It can be any festival, celebration, or use of the word. Is it food-related or an event? Is it an object or a shout-out? Who is involved and why? What happens? Go where the prompt leads!
Sue Spitulnik 
09/09/2023 at 11:11
Ha! Maybe it can be a zucchini carving contest, like they do with spam.
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09/09/2023 at 14:30
I’ve never heard of a spam carving contest.
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09/10/2023 at 05:33
That’s funny, Sue. I think Brownie may have been right – the second time.
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09/10/2023 at 20:56
The squash festival may appear for real one day. The details are in a notebook. But I get your point.
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09/11/2023 at 07:08
I’d love to hear more about it.
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