Sunday, November 29, 2009
My thanksgiving story
By Joshua John McKinnis
“Daddy, tell me a story!” Five-year-old Sandy Walker asked his father.
“All right, all right”, said the older of the two. “What would you like?”
“Tell me one I haven’t heard before. Please, oh please, Daddy!”
“Oh, all right. How about I tell you about your great-great-great-great-great-great-grandfather’s journey?”
“Oh, yes, please.”
“Okay, now don’t interrupt, please.”
“It’s the big day! Come on, Ratter, let’s go!”
Twelve-year old Sandy Walker grabbed his cat, Ratter, and his luggage, then got his hat and shoes on. He ran to the dock, then got in line for a boat. A man checked his name off on a list, then Sandy ran aboard, where he was met by the captain.
“Welcome aboard shipmate. I see you’ve brought your cat. Good thinking. We need a good ratter.”
“Then you’ve got the right cat.” Sandy said. He was proud of Ratter.
At dawn, the passengers started arriving.
“Wow! One young boy whispered.
“Yep, the Mayflower’s a beautiful ship,” said the captain boastfully.
Soon Sandy hoisted the mainsails, and they were off.
Sandy’s shipmates were rough. One got hit in the eye with a rope five times without so much of a peep from him. They were also fearless, Sandy noted, except one. Tim was afraid of heights.
“Hey, Tim, check out the crow’s nest for me” called a sailor. Tim trembled.
“W-what?”
“Just pullin’ the old heartstrings, matey,” the other sailor said, laughing heartily.
The wind was picking up into a storm.
“All hands on deck!” shouted the captain. Sandy’s shipmates pulled down the sails so the ship wouldn’t break apart. Poor Tim was flung up to the top of the mast where he hung, shouting, “HELP!” until the storm subsided down to a peaceful lull.
Down below, the passengers were catching some sort of sickness.
“Disease! Famine!” called one.
“Help us!” cried another.
“Somethin’s goin’ on down there,” said a sailor.
“That’s one way to put it,” Tim said.
One foggy morning, Sandy heard the passengers having a sermon when someone shouted, “Land HO!”
Sandy looked out. He saw nothing at first. But suddenly an enormous stretch of land came into view.
Soon the cry was taken up.
“Land Ho! We’re here!”
Soon they gave a thankful prayer, for they had arrived in America!
“Thanks for the story, Dad,” said little Sandy. “Was it really true?”
“Of course it was. Now off to bed with you.”
That night little Sandy dreamed of his namesake, the sailor Sandy Walker, and the journey to America.
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An Easter Story
I am a cat; sleek, slim, bright orange, and with claws as sharp as diamonds. This is my story.
I was creeping out of a deserted house when I saw a man being led away by soldiers. I decided to follow them. After a while we stopped at a tall building. It was guarded by even more soldiers. They shut the door before I could get inside and shooed me away.
The next day, I saw the man again. He was being nailed to a piece of wood that was sticking out of the ground. The man looked at me with eyes full of love and pain. All at once I knew who he was. And then, at that moment, he died. I turned around and ran.
Three days later, I was walking towards a tomb guarded by two soldiers. All at once, two illuminated, winged men appeared and rolled a boulder that was blocking the tomb entrance away. The soldiers immediately fell unconscious. Then the man who I had seen dying walked out of the tomb! I yowled for joy and snuggled against him. After that I went off to tell the other cats the good news.
That is my story. Thanks for listening.