A story from a different writer
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bard_linnEver have those assignments in school where you have to use so many vocab words in a story? My sister got one. This is her story. (Note that she only HAD to use six...we got all twenty in there at the end.)
By Chibi Bard Linn (aka, my sister)
“It is such a humdrum, interminable, boring day just like yesterday. The days seem to drag on when the plants don’t ever germinate,” thought our hero. “Honestly, I am a samurai but still my pleasure is farming. Besides, it is not honorable to accept recompense for saving or killing people. Farming is a much better way to earn money. If only it would rain!”
The tall, black haired, Japanese samurai stared out his cottage window at the barren fields. It was because the crops wouldn’t grow that he was so sullen. All he wanted was a good harvest. Suddenly, a scream from the adjacent cottage disrupted the hot afternoon peace. Our hero knew that this was a foretaste of a fight, attempted robbery or murder. He rushed around the cluttered house to get his sword. After finally retrieving it from a pile of dirty clothing, books and cooking utensils on the floor, he belted it on and alighted down the stairs.
When the samurai finally got to the crime, he exclaimed, “Stop punching old Bambi, you vicious ninja! And you too sidekicks!” He said to the two smaller ninjas, “Stop destroying and looting her beautiful house. It was just renovated!”
The head ninja dropped Bambi and she fainted. Then he asked suspiciously, “Who are you?”
The good samurai replied,” I will teach you to respect your betters!”
“I’ll say it again; who are you!?” asked the furious ninja.
“Normally I would not tell inferiors, but this time I cannot restrain myself. You must know and respect me. I am Chan. Wacky Chan. Loyal servant of the Will Gates Dynasty, Version 6.0”
“I have never heard of the likes of you, but surely you have heard of us, the Clues ninjas! We always dress in blue!”
“Hmmm. I think that is the worst name for ninjas I have ever heard. I will now have to give you first place for the ‘Top Ten Stupidest Ninja Group Names’.”
“You wouldn’t dare!”
“Yes, I would.”
“Now I will have to challenge you to a duel! Do you accept?”
Yes, I do.”
“If we win, you must take us out for Italian.”
“But chief,” one of the sidekicks protested, “You promised us Micky D’s this time!”
“Yeah, you did,” agreed the other sidekick.
“Well, I changed my mind,” snapped the head ninja.
“Hey, where do you want us to take you out to eat if you win?” inquired the first sidekick.
“He’s not going to win!” yelled the leader.
“Are you ready to begin?” asked the bored samurai.
“Yes. Boys-charge!”
With that the two blue clothed ninjas ran toward Wacky Chan, yelling at the top of their lungs. However, no matter how fast they were, they were not fast enough for the samurai, who simply hurled them out the window.
“You, you, you!” stammered the leader.
“Ah, yes, I have always been a bold one,” reflected Wacky Chan.
“How dare you?!”
“Dare to hurl them out the window? It was quite easy.”
This was too much for the ninja, whose face became a very deep shade of purple.
“Do you need CPR?” inquired the warrior.
“Out- we fight!” panted the head ninja.
They stood outside on the abandoned road under a darkened sky. Immediately, they began to interrogate each other.
“Who have you defeated?” asked the ninja.
“What do you want, a resume?” Wacky Chan replied.
“All of your opponents?”
“Yes. Do you accept recompense for fighting, killing or robbery?”
“Yes.”
“Ah, I knew you weren’t just here to steal!”
“Are you trying to insinuate that I am dishonorable?” The furious ninja asked.
“Yes. Well, you are truly dishonorable.”
“I bet that you are going to be a trivial opponent!”
“Funny, I was just going to say that myself.”
There was a tense silence until a trickle of rain started to fall from the sky.
“Finally, it is raining!” exclaimed the samurai.
“Urg. This is going to get my new combat clothes ruined,” grumbled the ninja.
“Oh, glorious rain,” sang Wacky Chan.
“I hate you rain!” shouted the angry ninja. As if just to annoy him, there was a burst of thunder, a flash of lightning and then it truly began to pour. The pair exchanged glances, then, in a flash swords were drawn. The opponents danced a vicious fight scene. Suddenly, the two stopped fighting. They had a momentarily truce so that the ducks could cross the road.
“Hey boss,” shouted one of the severely hurt sidekicks, “why are the chickens crossing the read?”
“They aren’t chickens; they’re ducks!” The ninja snapped.
“Oh.”
Then after the ducks passed, the fight began again. Within a few seconds, the lead ninja was injured and knocked out cold and so were the sidekicks. Five minutes later a police officer came heading down the road.
“Oi! You’ve done it again!” exclaimed the pleased officer. “Are you sure I can’t take you out for Italian? I would love to get some stuffed shells.”
“No thank you. It is dishonorable to accept recompense.”
“Whatever. Well, see you!” With that, the officer hopped into her truck with the three ninjas in the back and headed down the road, blue, red and white lights flashing.
The good samurai headed home to transfer the goldfish out of his post and into his cowboy hat so that he could make himself a steaming bowl of spaghetti and meatballs. That was, if his cowboy hadn’t didn’t already have something else in it…
The End!
By Chibi Bard Linn (aka, my sister)
“It is such a humdrum, interminable, boring day just like yesterday. The days seem to drag on when the plants don’t ever germinate,” thought our hero. “Honestly, I am a samurai but still my pleasure is farming. Besides, it is not honorable to accept recompense for saving or killing people. Farming is a much better way to earn money. If only it would rain!”
The tall, black haired, Japanese samurai stared out his cottage window at the barren fields. It was because the crops wouldn’t grow that he was so sullen. All he wanted was a good harvest. Suddenly, a scream from the adjacent cottage disrupted the hot afternoon peace. Our hero knew that this was a foretaste of a fight, attempted robbery or murder. He rushed around the cluttered house to get his sword. After finally retrieving it from a pile of dirty clothing, books and cooking utensils on the floor, he belted it on and alighted down the stairs.
When the samurai finally got to the crime, he exclaimed, “Stop punching old Bambi, you vicious ninja! And you too sidekicks!” He said to the two smaller ninjas, “Stop destroying and looting her beautiful house. It was just renovated!”
The head ninja dropped Bambi and she fainted. Then he asked suspiciously, “Who are you?”
The good samurai replied,” I will teach you to respect your betters!”
“I’ll say it again; who are you!?” asked the furious ninja.
“Normally I would not tell inferiors, but this time I cannot restrain myself. You must know and respect me. I am Chan. Wacky Chan. Loyal servant of the Will Gates Dynasty, Version 6.0”
“I have never heard of the likes of you, but surely you have heard of us, the Clues ninjas! We always dress in blue!”
“Hmmm. I think that is the worst name for ninjas I have ever heard. I will now have to give you first place for the ‘Top Ten Stupidest Ninja Group Names’.”
“You wouldn’t dare!”
“Yes, I would.”
“Now I will have to challenge you to a duel! Do you accept?”
Yes, I do.”
“If we win, you must take us out for Italian.”
“But chief,” one of the sidekicks protested, “You promised us Micky D’s this time!”
“Yeah, you did,” agreed the other sidekick.
“Well, I changed my mind,” snapped the head ninja.
“Hey, where do you want us to take you out to eat if you win?” inquired the first sidekick.
“He’s not going to win!” yelled the leader.
“Are you ready to begin?” asked the bored samurai.
“Yes. Boys-charge!”
With that the two blue clothed ninjas ran toward Wacky Chan, yelling at the top of their lungs. However, no matter how fast they were, they were not fast enough for the samurai, who simply hurled them out the window.
“You, you, you!” stammered the leader.
“Ah, yes, I have always been a bold one,” reflected Wacky Chan.
“How dare you?!”
“Dare to hurl them out the window? It was quite easy.”
This was too much for the ninja, whose face became a very deep shade of purple.
“Do you need CPR?” inquired the warrior.
“Out- we fight!” panted the head ninja.
They stood outside on the abandoned road under a darkened sky. Immediately, they began to interrogate each other.
“Who have you defeated?” asked the ninja.
“What do you want, a resume?” Wacky Chan replied.
“All of your opponents?”
“Yes. Do you accept recompense for fighting, killing or robbery?”
“Yes.”
“Ah, I knew you weren’t just here to steal!”
“Are you trying to insinuate that I am dishonorable?” The furious ninja asked.
“Yes. Well, you are truly dishonorable.”
“I bet that you are going to be a trivial opponent!”
“Funny, I was just going to say that myself.”
There was a tense silence until a trickle of rain started to fall from the sky.
“Finally, it is raining!” exclaimed the samurai.
“Urg. This is going to get my new combat clothes ruined,” grumbled the ninja.
“Oh, glorious rain,” sang Wacky Chan.
“I hate you rain!” shouted the angry ninja. As if just to annoy him, there was a burst of thunder, a flash of lightning and then it truly began to pour. The pair exchanged glances, then, in a flash swords were drawn. The opponents danced a vicious fight scene. Suddenly, the two stopped fighting. They had a momentarily truce so that the ducks could cross the road.
“Hey boss,” shouted one of the severely hurt sidekicks, “why are the chickens crossing the read?”
“They aren’t chickens; they’re ducks!” The ninja snapped.
“Oh.”
Then after the ducks passed, the fight began again. Within a few seconds, the lead ninja was injured and knocked out cold and so were the sidekicks. Five minutes later a police officer came heading down the road.
“Oi! You’ve done it again!” exclaimed the pleased officer. “Are you sure I can’t take you out for Italian? I would love to get some stuffed shells.”
“No thank you. It is dishonorable to accept recompense.”
“Whatever. Well, see you!” With that, the officer hopped into her truck with the three ninjas in the back and headed down the road, blue, red and white lights flashing.
The good samurai headed home to transfer the goldfish out of his post and into his cowboy hat so that he could make himself a steaming bowl of spaghetti and meatballs. That was, if his cowboy hadn’t didn’t already have something else in it…
The End!
