Wednesday, February 22, 2012

The Pony Gets His Spell On

The Pony was called to duty last night for the Greater Hillmomba Public School Spelling Bee. Eleven schools sent three representative each, for a total of thirty-three contestants.

Our little alternate filled a slot vacated by a young lass who had attended every practice, yet decided that the fame and fortune of a district spelling bee representative was not for her. The sponsor made her get permission from her parents to withdraw, and then informed The Pony the morning of the Bee that all systems were go.

The Pony nearly worried himself into a headache with anticipation. He settled down upon approaching the starting gate, and seeing a stablemate nearby. Things were looking up when he randomly drew #20. That's a good slot. His seat was on the end, so he didn't have to run a gauntlet of middle-school kid-hooves to get to the microphone each round.

Our little Pony put forth a valiant effort, but pulled up just short of the finish line. He lasted NINE rounds, only to be tripped up by that old bugaboo "harrassment." Which he knew. But spelled harrissment, for some odd reason. Five contestants were left when he made his exit.

We are all proud of him. And proud of the young man who won, who was from a school even smaller than Basementia.

Kudos all around to the future spellers of America.


Kathy's Klothesline said...

Congrats to the Pony!! Spelling is becoming a lost art, just like hand written letters.

Hillbilly Mom said...

Not only a lost art--spelling is being decimated by texting.