Howdy! This week was fun! I am going to name a few things about my week then write a short story for your entertainment.
Monday: Nothing that was interesting
Tuesday: I met…………………………………………..SABRINA CARPENTER! Who is that you ask? Oh! You know! Just a famous actor and singer, noting special. (Sarcasm.) So, Kate and Kristine invited Liberty and I to meet Sabrina and take a pic with her. She is so nice! Basically, she walked in, sat down, kids lined up. (I was 3rd and Lib was 1st!) We said hi, she said hi, asked what our name was. She told me my name was pretty! Then took a pic and said bye! Then asked questions. (I didn’t ask one though.) It was really fun, we also got signed pics of her. That was toats AWESOME!!
Wednesday: Soap felting was super fun! Last week we made soap. This week Laura brought it in, cut and we picked out our own. First, we wrapped all of it in white wool, then took colored wool and made any designs we wanted. I did stripes and circles on mine. Then we put it in a stocking, tied the stocking and scrubbed the wool in hot water until it all connected together. Then we were done! That night I used my soap and It is the best soap EVER! I love it!
Thursday: Town Creek Indian Mounds. I don’t feel like typing so much about it so, if you want to know about the trip there, visit Tessa’s blog, @tessao.
Friday! Today: Today was the Indian Restaurant! We spoke in Thumel (don’t know how to spell it) and the food was cooked my Ayan’s mom, Videa. It is the best food ever! I wish I could have had more though. We celebrated Ayan’s 10th birthday by doing around the sun, singing, and eating delicious ice cream cake. Happy Birthday Ayan! If you read this!
Soooo, now the story.
Little Red Riding Hood
not how you knew her before
DUN DUN DUUNNNNNNNN
Hello! My name is Little Blue Riding Hood. You may know the story of my sister, Little Red Riding Hood, but now, you will know the story my sister has been trying to hide from you. The story of me. I live in a little cottage with my sister and mom. My dad left us a while ago, and a good thing he did, he would never approve of my evilness.
“Honey!” My mom called to me as I walked out of the living room, where she lay. “What?” I groaned. She thinks I am nice like my sister, but when she thinks I am cleaning my room, I am really plotting my revenge on her for not making banana bread like she said she would. I mean really! I don’t care if you are sick! I need my banana bread so I don’t get sick. “Would you please bring these cookies to your grandpa? He is terribly sick, and these plus your wonderful company will make him feel better.” My mom lay back down with her hand holding the basket of cookies. “I would be honored!” I said with my evil smile. I put on my Blue Riding Hood and grab the basket, mother groaning from her stomach pain. She has been sick like this for weeks now and it is so annoying how she doesn’t help out around the house. I skip down the pathway, planning how I can scare my grandpa really badly.
I know! I will burst in the house yelling, put your hands up! In my best scary man voice. I rush over to the nearest poisonous berry bush and pick a handful, dumping them in the basket. This should do it! I thought, he is old anyway, not much point in living much longer. Just then, a blur of gray and black shot past me, wind blowing my hood off. I fix my hood and continue on. A wolf peeked its head out of the woods, eyeing me. As I walk there is a feeling inside of me, a feeling like I am being watched. So I hurry along the path, seeing my grandpas cottage in the distance. As I walk up the steps, I get my man voice ready. I burst inside yelling, “Put your hands up! You have been caught!” I start laughing as I step into view, a few berries falling out. “Hi grandpa! I brought you cookies and berries! The berries are better, so I think you should start with those.” I feel my evil smile creep on to my face, and the corners of my lips turn up. I force them back down as I hand the basket to him. “Well” he grunts. “Don’t mind if I do!” He reaches in and grab 3 berries bringing them to his mouth. Just as my plan was about to work, the glass window shattered and a wolf crashed on to my grandpa, knocking the basket on to the floor and his hand let go. “Noooooo!!!” I screamed, stomping my feet. The wolf growled at me, and I ran out the door, and to my cottage as fast as my legs could carry me. After that, I never returned to the outside world again. But, every once in a while in the month of the incident, I hear the howls of a wolf. Forever reminding me of my past.
Moral of the story: Don’t be evil!
Thanks for reading!!!!!! If you read this, comment, WOLF