Stories

I'm just going to post stories on this entry, so don't expect anything else!




Stray Cat

Jane loved to grow tomatoes. One day when she went outside she saw a stray cat finishing a meal of tomatoes that had fallen to the ground."You poor thing," she said.Jane ran inside,grabbed a small wooden dollhouse she had played with when she was little, paint, and a coat and ran back outside. She set the dollhouse down, opened the paint, and ran back inside to get a paint brush. Then slowly and carefully she painted the dollhouse a pretty shade of light blue. Jane waited for the dollhouse to dry. While she waited she played and made friends with the cat. When it was dry she got a little red blanket from inside the house and three bowls. Jane filled one bowl with milk, one with water, and one with cat food. Jane already had a cat of her own so she knew where to get the cat food. Then she sat back and waited to see what the cat would do. The cat looked at the house and meowed. She meowed again and went in the house. Jane stroked the cat's furry black back. The cat purred and went to sleep. "I'm going to call you Blackie because of you're black back," Jane said. She was glad. She felt like she had lifted a weight off herself by giving that cat a home.



Bread

Once there lived a rich man who was not very well liked because his temper would explode at the slightest thing. His name was Ben. One day when he sat down to eat he noticed that he didn't have any bread. Now bread was his favorite food so you can imagine how his reaction was. He stormed to the kitchen. "What is the meaning of this?" he roared at the cook.
"Wh-wh-what is the meaning of what?" the cook stuttered.
"My bread is gone!" Ben yelled at him.
"Sir, please believe me. It was on your plate when I went back to the kitchen."
"Well it's gone now." Ben muttered. Then he said louder "I'm going out to look for the thief. Stay here and KEEP MY BREAD SAFE!" He stomped out the door.
Ben checked every ally until he found the thief. "Ah-ha," he said. "You have stolen my bread. You are a thief. Give me back my bread."
"Oh no you don't. I made it this morning." The robber said casually.
"What proof do you have of that?" Ben answered.
"What proof do you have that it's your bread?" The robber replied. That last remark made Ben mad. He lunged forward and grabbed the bread. "It's mine!" He said.
"It's mine!" The robber said. The bread broke in half. Ben burst into tears.
"M-m-my breeead." He wailed.
"M-m-my food." The robber wailed. Then he looked at Ben, looked at his half of the bread, and ran.
"Oh no you don't! You'll never get away with stealing my bread!" Ben yelled. He threw his half of the bread on the ground and began to chase the robber. And from what I have heard he is still chasing him to this day.

Well, I've run out of stories. So that's all.
P.S. Remember the Spider Story blog entry? Well, Spider sent me a note saying: Dear Charis, Wow! Thanks! We loved what you sent to Spider's Corner! We hope you are enjoying Spider and we can't wait to see more of your great work! Love, Spider.