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well, i have a story i wrote a long time ago and i think ill make it a journal entry
Girbelz in
“The Sunflower Seed Competition”
Soup the dormouse came rattling around the bend and straight into Squeak Gerby the gerbil. A very agitated Squeak Gerby got up and asked “What is it this time Soup?”
“Well the sunflower competition is right around the corner and…”
“At the moment I am really busy. Just because one, we are the first generation of speaking animals thanks to Scique Giraldo, and two, I am a gerbil, doesn’t mean I have time to compete in a flower picking competition!”
“Yes, well let me explain. The rules are simple. Whoever can eat the most sunflower seeds without passing out wins!” Soup explained.
“You mean there’s free food?! When is it?” Squeak asked.
“Well it’s sort of today sir,” Soup replied.
“WHAT! We have to get going.” Squeak exclaimed.
You see many people don’t know this but Squeak has a love of sunflower seeds that can’t be beat.
So off they went through the crowded streets and finally found a Hover Bus displaying Sunflower Competition ^-^ on its LED screen. When they arrived at the contest they noticed a clip board for contestants.
“Look Soup, the mutants are here.” By mutants he meant his twin who had been overdosed by Scique in the lab and he had turned into a mutant. His name was Spark. Spit on the other hand wasn’t a mutant but he had a robotic arm after his got cut off in a battle with the sewer rats.
So Squeak and Soup went in and they noticed the Mutants (as they liked to be called) already at the table, waiting for the competition to begin.
“Hello” greeted Spark.
“Nice to see you brother, feeling alright?” Squeak replied.
“Quite, may the best gerbil or dormouse or ferret win.” Spark said.
Everyone looked around for the judge but he was nowhere in sight. Suddenly a familiar face popped up
“Sorry I'm late everyone, you know how traffic is.” This reply was from none other than Scique Giraldo! “Well hello gerbils and dormouse, and ferret.”
“Hey Scique.” The rodents said in unison.
“Okay, now for the rules. You will each get a pile of 300 seeds. You have until I blow this here whistle to shell and eat as many seeds as you can, place the empty seeds in the bucket behind you. Whoever has the largest pile of empty shells before I blow this here whistle wins! And you can’t pass out. Any questions? No? Good. Ready, steady, GO!”
In a flash all the animals dove into their pile. After much splitting and eating of seeds, Scique blew the whistle and counted the shells. “And the runner up, with 212 shells is… Spark! (Cheer Yay Hooray) And finally the winner, with 238 shells is…waiting a second are you sure that’s right? Okay then. The winner is SOUP!”
So in the future there will be many changes, robotic limbs, mutant gerbils, talking dormice, but idiotic contests will always exist.
DONT BLAME ME! i was really hopped up on sugar and the short story was due the next day. i have a few more, if you didnt die of boredom from that one.
 BigHatLogar · Wed Apr 25, 2007 @ 02:55pm · 0 Comments |
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