Asa and Hepzibah Go for a Spin, collage/acrylic, 24 x 24
Elizabeth W. Seaver
"Oh, dear," thought Hepzibah. "Another hill."
She decided not to turn around at that moment to give Asa her dirtiest look. She had to keep that bike on the path and concentrate on not losing her lunch.
As a kit, she could just hide at the bottom of the basket when the going got rough, but now that she'd gotten so much bigger, there was nothing for it but to hang on tight to the weaving with her claws and pray that Asa didn't say, "Look, Ma, no hands!"
He already had taken his feet off the pedals.
If Asa had to clean pellets out of his bike basket at the end of this ride, it would not be her fault!