March Thirtieth Thumpity Thump

While scrolling through memories I came up on this. I couldn’t help but chuckle while remembering the event. It isn’t the first time this has happened. The following was copied and pasted with the only changes being to correct spelling and remove my son’s name to protect his privacy.

Subject : Thumper

Posted Date: : Jun 12, 2007 6:41 AM

I spend a lot of time sitting here, writing something, contemplating writing- something, dreaming about writing -something. Its most times quiet in here. Just the noises vaguely coming from the other end of the house where my son’s room is or the cats making themselves comfortable nearby.I’m at peace in the quiet as it is so noisy at work I need the silence to regain an equilibrium in myself.

Oh I can hear what is going on outside. Sometimes I will get up and go check, most times I figure the dogs will take care of it.So I sit in quiet solitude, recharging, resting.The past few days though have had me confused. I was hearing something…….odd.

Out of and in my moments of quiet I’m hearing noises.Thump, thump, thump, thumpI look around and I see nothing so I go back to my dreaming.Thump, thump, thumpthumpthumpWhat is that? I look, and I search, and I find nothing.When I leave the room for the night I still have no idea what was causing the noise.

The next day I’m back. I’m here, working on my latest masterpiece, preparing to wow the world someday with my words of brilliance. Short stories born and bred in innocence and childhood fun. A collection to warm the heart and bring a smile to the soul. I’m deep in concentration, lost in the magic I find in words when my thoughts are interrupted.


I look around the room and I see nothing. I take my chair once again and settle back into writing.thump thumpI look up quickly, trying to pinpoint where the sound was coming from. As long as I look for the source, the source is still.I spend the afternoon trying to write, and locate the cause of my annoyance. There is long stretches of quiet, interrupted only occasionally with the sound of thumpthump.By the time I finish for the day and turn out the lights for the night, I still have not located thumper.

This very morning, I enter the room carrying my cup of coffee, steam rising the heat warming my hand. Just as I take a seat in my chair I hear a small, barely audible thump. Looking quickly I see Thumper. Sitting in the cat’s food dish, looking defiantly back at me, is a small frog. Grabbing him or her, quickly I relocate it outside. With the source of my irritation located and removed I can now return to my endeavors of bringing my Dirt Road stories to life. Wonder what I can write about today?

Subject : An Update to Thumper First

Posted Date: : Jun 12, 2007 8:12 PM

I tried to just add this update to the Thumper blog but myspacey didn’t want me to do that, so here is the update standing alone.

I was talking to my son just a little while ago and brought up the blog I wrote titled Thumper. I was telling him about it when I said..

“I walked into the room this morning and saw what was making the noise..”

My son interrupts me to ask, “Was it a small brown frog about this big”? He was holding his fingers in almost a perfect showing of how small Thumper was.

“Yes, how did you know?”

He looked at me for a second and said..”I saw it the other day when it came in the house under the door. I tried to catch it but it went under the table.”

“That table?” I asked pointing toward our kitchen table.

When he nodded I asked him why didn’t he get it? He could get under that table. He just shrugged and walked away.

I could have saved myself a lot of frustration and confusion if I had talked to him.

Next time I hear any strange noises, I’m going to hunt him down and ask what else he watched come inside and wander off. But first, I’m going to go and push that weather stripping back down on the door. If a frog can get in, I know a snake can also. so if y’all hear screaming loud enough to register on those earthquake scales, shatter glass and scare small’ll know I found a snake making itself at home in my home.

About rebecca s revels

A writer, a photographer, a cancer survivor. An adventurer of the mild kind, a lover of the simple pleasures such as long walks and chocolate. A Christian unashamed of my faith and a friend who is dependable and will encourage readily. Author of three self published books with more waiting to find their way to paper. An advocate of good things, a fighter against wrongs.
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4 Responses to March Thirtieth Thumpity Thump

  1. For some reason that scene in O Brother Where Art Thou popped into my head when Delmar thought the sirens had turned Pete into a horny toad. Thanks for sharing. πŸ˜„

  2. Webb Blogs says:

    Haha loved this story 🀣 πŸ˜„

  3. vetandtechinternational says:


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