Here's a story I recently wrote I hope you like it. Sorry about no pictures.
Mat's Pies
Mat
At first glance anyone could see that Mat was an unusual porcupine. The first thing was he was green, and second, he wandered around the forest speaking gibberish and stealing the inhabitants’ pies. Other than that (and his quiche making abilities -which you don’t want to know about) he was quite nice to know. Sadly though, he had a nasty habit of wandering into the freeway and wreaking much havoc. Luckily he always survived. But once…
The Freeway
Mat waddled across the freeway, Granma Rabbit’s pie in mouth, green spines rattling. He wondered if the milk truck would crash again as cars careened and bounced off the freeway and into the forest. Beds bounced out of a U-Haul almost crushing Mat. Mat, not noticing, waddled on. But the freeway was big and Mat was getting tired. He decided he would stop in the middle, for that was much more convenient than getting to the other side. But just as Mat had settled down, he heard a loud skidding sound and POP! A truck had almost flattened him and now one of his spines was missing! Mat turned around to see the broken zoo truck. A tiger was walking around the freeway (it must have come from the zoo truck), and people were screaming! Suddenly Mat was clubbed on the head. The last thing he saw was a man in a black suit picking him up and putting him in a garbage bag.
The Zoo
Mat woke up in a large glass cage. Looking up, he noticed another porcupine speaking to him.
“Oh good!” said the porcupine.” My name’s Frederick! What’s yours?”
“Sklgbrkd.”
“What?” Frederick looked at him confused.
“Sklgbrkd.”
“Quit mumbling!” ordered Fredrick. “Speak English!”
“Sklgbrkd!” Why didn’t he understand? “Sklgbrkd! Sklgbrkd! Sklgbrkd!”
Fredrick looked at Mat strangely. “Oh I didn’t know that you speak gibberish! I’m sorry. Gibberish speakers are not allowed in the tribe.”
Mat looked at him with his best Bambi eyes.
“Bambi eyes do not move me,” said Fredrick sternly. “I am a cruel and coldhearted fiend! Now go and sit in that corner!”
Mat sadly waddled over to the corner, sat down, and began to wonder how many pies there were here.
The Wait and the Dash
Mat sat there for the rest of the day while the porcupines seemed to be getting ready for something special. Mat didn’t think that there was anything special going on until he saw the procession. There were 30 or so porcupines walking on their hind legs, wearing little aprons, and best of all each porcupine had 20 pies balanced on his head! They were carrying the pies to a giant table that hundreds of porcupines were sitting around.
Mat dashed towards the table as fast as his little legs could carry him. He jumped high into the air, blocking out the moon, drool sliding out of his mouth. His saliva dripped down unceremoniously as he landed smack dab onto the head of the leader of the procession, knocking him down. Mat picked himself up from a pile of dazed porcupines and quickly gathered as many pies as he could onto his back, hoping he would go unnoticed.
Bob
Bob was the zookeeper for the porcupine exhibit. Earlier just that day the zoo had gotten a new porcupine, which must have been a new species (or had fallen into a pile of nuclear waste) because it was green. The naturalist at the zoo thought it was a new species and called it a Green Porcupinopolis. Personally Bob thought it had fallen into a pile of nuclear waste, but that was probably because he had read too many comic books when he was a child. Bob’s last assignment for the day was to check on how the new porcupine (Green Porcupinopolis) was getting on -then he could go home. Bob’s boots crunched on the leaves as he walked toward the porcupine exhibit.
The Chase
Sadly Mat did not go unnoticed, as he had wished, for he was being chased by an angry mob of angry porcupines with pitchforks and torches. Now an angry mob of angry porcupines with pitchforks and torches may not sound too dangerous to you, but actually it is about as dangerous as a fire breathing dragon, black hole, and an atomic bomb all put together. Mat was going to die at the hands of an angry mob!
Bob Again
Bob saw some torchlight coming from the porcupine exhibit. “I wonder what’s going on in there?” he thought.
Trapped
Mat was running at top speed when he was taken by surprise by a giant human. Mat shrunk back. He was trapped -all the more likely to die now, either at the hands of the human or at the hands of the angry mob. Then he saw an open door. This door could be his ticket to safety! All Mat had to do was to run through the human’s legs, out the door, and to safety. Mat let out a scream and ran.
Escape
Bob walked into the porcupine exhibit only to see all the porcupines chasing the new one (Green Porcupinopolis) who was carrying 20 or so pies on his back.
“What strange behavior!” he thought. “It is just amazing!” But he was quickly awakened from his thoughts as he heard a scream. The new porcupine was running through his legs. Bob turned around to see that the door was open and the porcupine was running across the sidewalk and into the night. Bob knew he would be fired for this.
The End
Mat ran across the sidewalk, leaves crunching underfoot, giggling contentedly with his pies. He kept on running and giggling until at long last he was back in the forest. He sat down to eat his pies, never to cross the freeway again -or at least not for another week.
The End
Mat's Pies
Mat
At first glance anyone could see that Mat was an unusual porcupine. The first thing was he was green, and second, he wandered around the forest speaking gibberish and stealing the inhabitants’ pies. Other than that (and his quiche making abilities -which you don’t want to know about) he was quite nice to know. Sadly though, he had a nasty habit of wandering into the freeway and wreaking much havoc. Luckily he always survived. But once…
The Freeway
Mat waddled across the freeway, Granma Rabbit’s pie in mouth, green spines rattling. He wondered if the milk truck would crash again as cars careened and bounced off the freeway and into the forest. Beds bounced out of a U-Haul almost crushing Mat. Mat, not noticing, waddled on. But the freeway was big and Mat was getting tired. He decided he would stop in the middle, for that was much more convenient than getting to the other side. But just as Mat had settled down, he heard a loud skidding sound and POP! A truck had almost flattened him and now one of his spines was missing! Mat turned around to see the broken zoo truck. A tiger was walking around the freeway (it must have come from the zoo truck), and people were screaming! Suddenly Mat was clubbed on the head. The last thing he saw was a man in a black suit picking him up and putting him in a garbage bag.
The Zoo
Mat woke up in a large glass cage. Looking up, he noticed another porcupine speaking to him.
“Oh good!” said the porcupine.” My name’s Frederick! What’s yours?”
“Sklgbrkd.”
“What?” Frederick looked at him confused.
“Sklgbrkd.”
“Quit mumbling!” ordered Fredrick. “Speak English!”
“Sklgbrkd!” Why didn’t he understand? “Sklgbrkd! Sklgbrkd! Sklgbrkd!”
Fredrick looked at Mat strangely. “Oh I didn’t know that you speak gibberish! I’m sorry. Gibberish speakers are not allowed in the tribe.”
Mat looked at him with his best Bambi eyes.
“Bambi eyes do not move me,” said Fredrick sternly. “I am a cruel and coldhearted fiend! Now go and sit in that corner!”
Mat sadly waddled over to the corner, sat down, and began to wonder how many pies there were here.
The Wait and the Dash
Mat sat there for the rest of the day while the porcupines seemed to be getting ready for something special. Mat didn’t think that there was anything special going on until he saw the procession. There were 30 or so porcupines walking on their hind legs, wearing little aprons, and best of all each porcupine had 20 pies balanced on his head! They were carrying the pies to a giant table that hundreds of porcupines were sitting around.
Mat dashed towards the table as fast as his little legs could carry him. He jumped high into the air, blocking out the moon, drool sliding out of his mouth. His saliva dripped down unceremoniously as he landed smack dab onto the head of the leader of the procession, knocking him down. Mat picked himself up from a pile of dazed porcupines and quickly gathered as many pies as he could onto his back, hoping he would go unnoticed.
Bob
Bob was the zookeeper for the porcupine exhibit. Earlier just that day the zoo had gotten a new porcupine, which must have been a new species (or had fallen into a pile of nuclear waste) because it was green. The naturalist at the zoo thought it was a new species and called it a Green Porcupinopolis. Personally Bob thought it had fallen into a pile of nuclear waste, but that was probably because he had read too many comic books when he was a child. Bob’s last assignment for the day was to check on how the new porcupine (Green Porcupinopolis) was getting on -then he could go home. Bob’s boots crunched on the leaves as he walked toward the porcupine exhibit.
The Chase
Sadly Mat did not go unnoticed, as he had wished, for he was being chased by an angry mob of angry porcupines with pitchforks and torches. Now an angry mob of angry porcupines with pitchforks and torches may not sound too dangerous to you, but actually it is about as dangerous as a fire breathing dragon, black hole, and an atomic bomb all put together. Mat was going to die at the hands of an angry mob!
Bob Again
Bob saw some torchlight coming from the porcupine exhibit. “I wonder what’s going on in there?” he thought.
Trapped
Mat was running at top speed when he was taken by surprise by a giant human. Mat shrunk back. He was trapped -all the more likely to die now, either at the hands of the human or at the hands of the angry mob. Then he saw an open door. This door could be his ticket to safety! All Mat had to do was to run through the human’s legs, out the door, and to safety. Mat let out a scream and ran.
Escape
Bob walked into the porcupine exhibit only to see all the porcupines chasing the new one (Green Porcupinopolis) who was carrying 20 or so pies on his back.
“What strange behavior!” he thought. “It is just amazing!” But he was quickly awakened from his thoughts as he heard a scream. The new porcupine was running through his legs. Bob turned around to see that the door was open and the porcupine was running across the sidewalk and into the night. Bob knew he would be fired for this.
The End
Mat ran across the sidewalk, leaves crunching underfoot, giggling contentedly with his pies. He kept on running and giggling until at long last he was back in the forest. He sat down to eat his pies, never to cross the freeway again -or at least not for another week.
The End
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