This is a story I wrote for a contest at Tanya's Page.
The rules of the contest were that you
couldn't use any R's in the whole story.
It was much harder than I thought it would be!
(Therefore, some of this story is
kind of confusing and oddly worded.)

Asia sipped some tea and sighed in contentment.  She was still exhausted because of last night’s activities . . . when Nan had decided to help cook, Bess had decided to put Asia’s locks up in a fancy chignon, and Dan had decided to shoot inside the house.
      Finally I’m gettin’ some peace! Asia thought as she looked out at the sun coming up.
      BANG!
      If Dan’s shootin’ again, I’m gonna tan his hide!
      Asia went to check on the boys, but when she peeked in the stoop, they sleepily looked up out of bed.
      Asia stomped to the young ladies place. . . . Bess was standing on top of a table squealing, and Nan was laughing and dashing about wildly.  The sight would have been funny to Asia if she did not have a headache.
      “What’s goin’ on?!”
      “I’m chasing a mouse!” Nan said, as if she did it each day.
      Asia jumped back, although she was positive she wasn’t timid of mice.  “An’ what was that bangin’ noise?”
      Nan laughed and, happy to solve the puzzle, she said, “Bess flung a big stone at it!”
      Asia sighed.
      “Got it!” Nan exclaimed, holding the twisting mouse by its tail.
      Bess yelled in disgust at the wiggling mouse.
      Asia was walking away when she caught Bess’s yelp, “Nan!  Get away!”  Asia gave a soft chuckle.
      Is that a violin? Asia questioned as she went down the hall.  Instead of a violin, it sounded like chalk chafing against a slate.
      “DAN!”  That was Nat’s voice.
      “What now?” Asia mumbled.
      A flash that looked like Dan holding a violin whizzed past Asia . . . a second flash, a yelling Nat, dashed past.  Asia followed them.
      Dan was laughing as he danced about the dining table, sliding a bow diagonally on the violin.  The awful sound it made was almost as bad as Nat’s livid yells.
      “Stop it!” Asia shouted, but she was almost not audible among the noise.
      Then Tommy and Emil came down.  They immediately added to the cacophony by singing loudly and out of tune.  A banging sound extended to them . . . maybe Nan had accidentally let the mouse escape and Bess was tossing additional stones.
      “STOP!!!” Asia yelled as loudly as she could.
      Nat stopped shouting and looked at Asia cautiously.  Finally, Dan stopped afflicting the violin with the bow, and Emil and Tommy stopped singing.
      Asia inhaled deeply.  “You oughtta be ashamed!  Just because Jo and Nick go on vacation, doesn’t mean you can go wild!  I tol’ you last night!  With all the noise you been makin’, it’s like a busy avenue bein’ bombed!   And just look at the place!”
      The boys looked about with guilty faces.  Books and dishes could be seen knocked about, lying upside down and in pieces.
      “I was just havin’ fun,” Dan said hesitantly.
      “Fun?  Young man, I’ll tell you what fun you gonna have—cleanin’ up this place!  You too, Nat!”
      “Yes, Asia,” the boys spoke in unison, genuinely ashamed about the noise and mess they had made.  They began picking up chipped dishes.
      Just then, Bess dashed down the steps, wailing as Nan chased behind with the exhausted mouse in hand.
      Asia began, “Now, Nan, this has gone too—”
      THUMP!
      Bess stumbled and hit the bottom step.
      Nan let the mouse fall and was instantly at Bess’s side, anxiously examining Bess.
      “I’m fine,” Bess managed to say.  Then, she felt an odd, cold tiptoeing sensation, and she jumped up with an appalled shout, shaking and speeding away.  She jumped on top of a table as the mouse hustled away.  They all laughed at Bess’s actions.
      THUD!  The table beneath Bess gave way and collapsed, leaving Bess in a befuddled heap.
      Asia sighed in annoyance, but she finally gave in to the amusement and laughed along with the boys.  Bess fumed.  But she had to fight back a smile.
      Wagon wheels squeaked, and they went outside.  Jo and Nick waved and smiled at them.
      “Hello!” said Jo as she jumped out of the wagon with Nick’s assistance.  “Did you all behave while I was gone?”
      Dan gazed at Nat apologetically.
      Jo hugged Asia and asked, “Well?  How was it?”
      Nick looked at the kids then to Asia and back again.  “Somethin’ tells me it wasn’t all that good.”
      Asia humphed.  “This was the day Plumfield fell.”
      “What?” Jo exclaimed, glancing instinctively at the house.
      “Well—almost.”