Christie DuPree: January 2012

Saturday, January 14, 2012

A short story I wrote when I was a kid.

All these babies were born to be pirates, they set out to sea as men and women, lost for several years. The dragonfly lady found them, and said her name was Smorgus, and that she's the queen of Dancing Oaks. They said "Your Majesty, we've got a sundried captain, could you please, please help us? Because we're wrapped up in skeletons and all our mirrors are broken and we've thrown the treasure overboard to keep from sinking. So could you please bring us some new mirrors so we can reflect the wind again? Without them the wind blows us back. We haven't any other sail. We just have "Mom" tattoos and bandannas and little sword kaniggits. Before we set out to sea the captain put some TNT barrels on board. When we asked him why, he just said that he "needed to fly his kite". Then Smorgus said "Your captain sounds like the echo of a story tale." She knew the pirates were the R.D (the real deal) and said she'd gladly get them mirrors any day. She was gone and back with the mirrors before they could say "Knife Chandaleap". So they sailed on with Smorgus, and finally they reached the verrry fat island called "Etsaa" and found what they needed to cure their sundried captain. It was a mushroom with the shape of a four leaf clover on it. They cured the captain and sailed back home, and they all lived happily, after their naps.

-Me, age 9