Remi Shos
05-28-2011, 06:37 PM
This story is not yet complete. By the end of this story, I'd like to show that greed will only get you into trouble and true friends don't care how much money you do or don't have. Of course, it will have a happy ending. :)
Your feedback is welcome. Here's what I have so far...
The Great Worm Harvest
(By: Remi Shos)
In the little town of Duneberry, near Duneberry Falls, people stayed home...and just stared at their walls. Yes, the baker would bake and the seamstress would sew, but no one had fun or anywhere to go.
You see, Duneberry was a fishermen’s town, but this Spring no one fished since not a worm could be found! They searched for the worms under rocks, bushes and trees, but still no worms—only the birds and the bees.
“This is a crisis!” wailed Mayor McGee. “No worms means no fish, and our birds will all flee!”
That night, the moon was full as the town’s people drifted to sleep. Lonely Mrs. Beale and her dog, Snitch, snored harmoniously. They lived in a little shack—old and run-down—away from everyone on the far side of town. Mrs. Beale dreamed of riches, and Snitch dreamed about steak...and bones...and cats...and swimming in the lake.
But something was odd that night! The sounds of crickets were gone. So, Snitch blinked open his eyes and stretched out his tongue as he yawned. He looked out the broken window to see what was there, but nothing was different—just a strange mood in the air.
Snitch let out a bark, and Mrs. Beale sat up in her bed.
“What’s wrong with you, Snitch? Have you lost your head!?!”
Snitch paid her no mind and barked louder than before. He had no idea why. It was a feeling he could not ignore.
Mrs. Beale looked out the window as she slowly got up, thinking, “What in the world has gotten into that pup?”
Suddenly, the floor rumbled, and their home started to move! So, they jumped in the bed and covered their heads until the earthquake was through. The shack shook and it shimmied. It trembled and creaked. And, then, as fast as it came, the quake decided to leave.
Mrs. Beale was still hiding as Snitch licked her face. It was as if he were saying, “Don’t worry, you’re safe!”
They both walked outside, and to their surprise, the ground had become mounds of considerable size! But, upon closer inspection, they were not mounds of ground. They were mounds of worms wriggling around!
Snitch ran wildly, barking at every worm that he saw. Mrs. Beale was still stunned from the sight of it all.
“Oh, my! Oh, my! What shall we do? There are enough worms here to fill a warehouse or two!”
“A warehouse?” she thought as the wheels of her mind started to turn. “Yes, a warehouse would be a great place to store the worms. The town needs the worms, so if I harvest them soon, they’ll have to pay me, and I’ll be rich by June!”
Mrs. Beale thought it over and made up her mind that money was more important than being kind. She thought of new cars, houses and the latest trends. “I’ll be so rich,” she imagined, “I can buy all my friends!”
When finally they drifted back to sleep, Mrs. Beale again dreamed of riches, and Snitch dreamed about steak...and bones...and cats...and swimming in the lake.
In the morning, she woke up happy grinning from ear to ear, thinking, “This is going to be a very good year!”
“Come, Snitch. We must see Mr. Watts about his warehouse today.” So, with her last bit of money, she and Snitch were on their way.
In town, everyone was excited. The fishermen returned to their boats. People were gathering worms in boxes and totes!
Mrs. Beale was not worried, because she had a plan. She thought, “I hope they enjoy these free worms—while they can!”
So, off she went to see Mr. Watts...with Snitch at her side and money in her socks.
“Why do you need a warehouse?” asked Mr. Watts.
“Hmph! That’s my own business! Will you rent it out or not?”
“Yes, I suppose, but I don’t understand why. Here are the keys. You have until the first of July.”
So, off they went to buy the rest of their supplies and to rent a bulldozer to collect all the worms they could find.
Mrs. Beale didn’t dare to collect the worms before night. She would have to wait until no one was in sight.
NOT THE END
Your feedback is welcome. Here's what I have so far...
The Great Worm Harvest
(By: Remi Shos)
In the little town of Duneberry, near Duneberry Falls, people stayed home...and just stared at their walls. Yes, the baker would bake and the seamstress would sew, but no one had fun or anywhere to go.
You see, Duneberry was a fishermen’s town, but this Spring no one fished since not a worm could be found! They searched for the worms under rocks, bushes and trees, but still no worms—only the birds and the bees.
“This is a crisis!” wailed Mayor McGee. “No worms means no fish, and our birds will all flee!”
That night, the moon was full as the town’s people drifted to sleep. Lonely Mrs. Beale and her dog, Snitch, snored harmoniously. They lived in a little shack—old and run-down—away from everyone on the far side of town. Mrs. Beale dreamed of riches, and Snitch dreamed about steak...and bones...and cats...and swimming in the lake.
But something was odd that night! The sounds of crickets were gone. So, Snitch blinked open his eyes and stretched out his tongue as he yawned. He looked out the broken window to see what was there, but nothing was different—just a strange mood in the air.
Snitch let out a bark, and Mrs. Beale sat up in her bed.
“What’s wrong with you, Snitch? Have you lost your head!?!”
Snitch paid her no mind and barked louder than before. He had no idea why. It was a feeling he could not ignore.
Mrs. Beale looked out the window as she slowly got up, thinking, “What in the world has gotten into that pup?”
Suddenly, the floor rumbled, and their home started to move! So, they jumped in the bed and covered their heads until the earthquake was through. The shack shook and it shimmied. It trembled and creaked. And, then, as fast as it came, the quake decided to leave.
Mrs. Beale was still hiding as Snitch licked her face. It was as if he were saying, “Don’t worry, you’re safe!”
They both walked outside, and to their surprise, the ground had become mounds of considerable size! But, upon closer inspection, they were not mounds of ground. They were mounds of worms wriggling around!
Snitch ran wildly, barking at every worm that he saw. Mrs. Beale was still stunned from the sight of it all.
“Oh, my! Oh, my! What shall we do? There are enough worms here to fill a warehouse or two!”
“A warehouse?” she thought as the wheels of her mind started to turn. “Yes, a warehouse would be a great place to store the worms. The town needs the worms, so if I harvest them soon, they’ll have to pay me, and I’ll be rich by June!”
Mrs. Beale thought it over and made up her mind that money was more important than being kind. She thought of new cars, houses and the latest trends. “I’ll be so rich,” she imagined, “I can buy all my friends!”
When finally they drifted back to sleep, Mrs. Beale again dreamed of riches, and Snitch dreamed about steak...and bones...and cats...and swimming in the lake.
In the morning, she woke up happy grinning from ear to ear, thinking, “This is going to be a very good year!”
“Come, Snitch. We must see Mr. Watts about his warehouse today.” So, with her last bit of money, she and Snitch were on their way.
In town, everyone was excited. The fishermen returned to their boats. People were gathering worms in boxes and totes!
Mrs. Beale was not worried, because she had a plan. She thought, “I hope they enjoy these free worms—while they can!”
So, off she went to see Mr. Watts...with Snitch at her side and money in her socks.
“Why do you need a warehouse?” asked Mr. Watts.
“Hmph! That’s my own business! Will you rent it out or not?”
“Yes, I suppose, but I don’t understand why. Here are the keys. You have until the first of July.”
So, off they went to buy the rest of their supplies and to rent a bulldozer to collect all the worms they could find.
Mrs. Beale didn’t dare to collect the worms before night. She would have to wait until no one was in sight.
NOT THE END