The Big Tornado
This story, the background image, and the characters that appear within are the
creations of my daughter, who is ten at the time this is transcribed. I had no
input and provided no guidance for her, this was done as a school project (she
got a "B"). Now maybe I'm being a bit the proud papa, but I thought this was
cute. Maybe you will, too.
The Big Tornado is copyright © The Silver Coyote
2004
The Big Tornado
Once upon a time there was a mean old Fox. Whenever he got mad twirly swirly
steam floated above his head. One day Fox went to his friend's house. When he
rang the doorbell the person who answered the door was not Mr. Squirell, it
was... Squirrel's butler!
"I never knew Squirrel had a butler... a-hem! Oh, sorry," said Fox. "Where is
Mr. Squirrel?" said Fox.
"Mr. Squirrel?... Oh, Mr. Squirrel. Unfortunately he went to go buy some socks."
"Well, can you tell him I came over?"
"Sure, OK. Bye bye Fox."
Two hours later ding dong!
"Coming! Oh, hello Fox."
"Hi Squirrel."
"Come in."
"OK. I had to tell you something," said Fox.
"OK, what?"
"I wanted to tell you that... that I stole your favorite rock!"
"What!!!!! That is my favorite rock. Why would you want to steal it?"
"I don't know! Stop Yelling At Me!!!!!!!!"
"I can't because you stole my favorite rock. Why, Fox?"
"I already told you I don't know!"
Fox got really mad. I mean really, really mad. And you know what happens when
Fox gets mad. Steam floats around his head.
But this time it was really bad. Instead of steam it was... a tornado!
"Oh my gosh!" said Squirrel. "I'm sorry! Like really, really sorry!"
"You know what?" said Fox. "I'm sorry too. Will you ever forgive me?" said Fox.
"Maybe."
"What!!!" said Fox.
"Just kidding..." said Squirrel. "Oh, OK. Lets go inside and have a cup of
tea."
"OK," said Fox.
And that is how tornados came. So remember, never be friends with a Fox or you
will pay!!!
The End
Or Is It?
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