Mini was bored. She had come to her grandfather’s house for her summer holidays, and there was nothing to do. Her grandfather lived in an old mansion in a little village. For many years, nobody had lived in this creaky old place. Now her grandfather had bought it and had begun living in it.
It had many rooms and Mini had spent long hours exploring the rooms, till she had explored every single room, and today there was nothing to do. Her mother had woken her up early, so she had spent the whole morning in the garden, but now it was too hot to go outside. It was no use complaining to her mother, who had already told her, “There’s so much to do in this house, just find something!”
Mini looked around the mansion, “I might as well be useful,” she said to herself, “I think I’ll clean all the pictures frames in the mansion.” There were quite a few of these in the house, some of them held portraits, or pictures of people. So cleaning them would keep her busy the whole day.
Mini got a large bucket of soapy water, she got a big sponge and begun cleaning the picture frames. But after cleaning three picture frames she got quite tired. Her arms were aching, “I think I’ll clean only one more frame and then I’ll stop”, she said to herself.
The picture frame she chose to clean had a painting of a very strange looking person. He wore a top hat, which was really tall. In his hand was a stick. His eyes were almost red, while his fingers were long. His nails looked like claws, it seemed that the nails were tucked inside in fingers. “How very strange,” thought Mini, “I just hope he is no relative of mine.”
She looked closely at the frame and thought, “This picture frame is very dirty, no one has ever cleaned it.” So Mini put her sponge in the soapy water and begun cleaning the picture frame.
She began rubbing the picture frame. “Kich, kich,” went the wet sponge. And strangely enough “Fff, Fff” went the painting! Mini was startled, she stopped, and the noise also stopped, “Must be my imagination,” said Mini. So she started rubbing the painting again. “Fff, Fff, foee!” went the painting and suddenly there was a cloud of smoke…
The room turned dark, flames leapt from everywhere, shrill sounds filled the room and in the middle of the room was standing the man in the picture! He wore a top hat, which was really tall. In his hand was a stick. His eyes were almost red, while his fingers were long and his nails looked like claws.
Mini was terrified, she ran around looking for a place to hide, just when she heard a loud and unearthly laughter. “Ha, Ha, Ha, where will you run?” screeched the man in the painting. “You have released me from the painting, Thanks ever so much!’ he croaked. “Once more I am the lord of the mansion, I am the cruel one! You child can call me the Evil Lord!” He leaned to the frightened child and said, “Be afraid - be very afraid!
Mini could hear her heart pound like a drum; she was frightened out of her wits. In a distance, she saw her mother come running in with her little brother. She did not want them to get hurt. Mini knew this was not the time to be afraid! She thought hard, there had to be a plan. When a little phrase that she had hear somewhere went through her head. “If you can’t fight them, join them.”
But there was no time to think, Mini’s mother had entered the room and was screaming her head off! “Get out, get out leave my daughter alone!” The Evil Lord just grinned, “Get out lady? Why should I? I am the Evil Lord. Fifty years ago I got extraordinary powers, with these I used to frighten the silly villagers. I could not be destroyed or killed! But one day they called a magician and managed to lock my soul up in the frame.”
The Evil Lord looked grim when he said this, and then his face broke into the most horrible grin that you have ever seen! “Before they did that I managed to put a magic spell on the frame. If anyone rubbed it, I would be out in a flash. I will never get back into the frame again, I will never be locked up again!” Now the Evil Lord had a really-really big grin as he said in a croaky and ugly voice, pointing his long and terrible nails at Mini he said, “You little girl have set me free – Whoeee!”
Mini’s heart was beating hard, but she had to save her family, so with brave face she said, “I bow to you Evil Lord. It was magic the way you came out of the frame. Show my mother the magic. Please lord, get into the frame and show my mother how you came out…please, pretty please!”
The Evil Lord laughed and flew into the frame. There were flames all over and a loud banging noise, as if something was shutting. The Evil Lord was once again stuck in the frame. He screamed, “This is trick!” slowly his voice faded away, and he began looking like a painting again. Once more the Evil Lord was stuck in a frame, there was no escape for him.
Mini’s mother could not believe her eyes; she was astonished with what she saw. “Mini you are so clever!” she exclaimed.
Mini was a heroine with her family. Everyone was very proud of her. Her grandfather took down the painting, broke it and burnt it. There was no Evil Lord anymore, he had disappeared forever.
Sunday, February 11, 2007
Monday, February 5, 2007
Rick the Violinist
In the town of Vallamore lived Rick. He was the worst ever musician you had ever heard. He used to love to play the violin, but whenever he would play the flowers would wilt, the cats would screech, the dogs would howl, even the cows would leave their shed and run away! Everyone tried telling him not to play the violin, but Rick would not listen to anyone!
Rick’s neighbors were at their wits end, they wanted to get away from Rick. Everyday when he started the townspeople would come and throw stones in his house. “Stop playing Rick,” they would shout!
But, Rick was so fond of playing that he never bothered. He just kept on playing his violin! Now the people had enough, they wanted to throw him out of the town.
One day a terrible thing happened to Rick’s town, Vallmore. Enemy soldiers attacked the little town and they were mean and horrid. Every person in the village was made to march onto the streets. The fierce soldiers pointed their guns at them and asked them to all stand in a line. The people could not speak or cry, they had to stand silently in attention. Huge battle tanks with the latest weapons were pointed at them. The people of the town were really scared! The mayor of the town was put in prison.
“OBEY OUR ORDERS –The people of Vallamore!” shouted the general. “Otherwise the soldiers will shoot you!” The people were scared, hot and tired. The children began crying, their parents try to quieten them, but could not as they felt like crying themselves!
Now the General of the Army wanted to listen to some music of victory. The band of musicians of his army had not come with him - they had been left behind! The huge and ugly general sent his soldiers all the people to find out if there was a musician among them.
When the soldiers went to the mayor the town, he said, “Yes we have a musician, his name is Rick.” And then he added, craftily, “He can play the most wonderful music you have hear!”
So poor Rick was called in the front the huge and ugly general. “What do you play?” boomed the general fiercely.
Rick trembled and said, “I can play anything you ask me.” “Very good,” said the general, “Play some glorious battle music!”
Poor Rick was very scared when he saw the huge and ugly general along with his cruel and fierce soldiers. In a voice that shivered and quaked Rick cried, “Oh, good general I’ll play whatever you want, only let me go!”
Then Rick picked up his violin, closing his eyes he played the first note, “Scree-ee-eech, peee, tee, quee!” went the violin. The general cried, “Stop!” The soldiers fainted; everyone thought that their eardrums would burst. The music of the violin went screeching and weeping into the head of the general. He did not know what to do.
Rick just kept on playing; he thought that the general and the soldiers who had terrorized his town were enjoying the battle music. His violin went,“Scree-ee-eech, peee, tee, quee!”
The mean and horrid soldiers went running out off town, the general ran behind them, his hands covering his ears. They all ran as fast as they could and as far as they could. They ran off with their guns and huge battle tanks. They promised that they would never come back to this little town of Vallamore!
Rick became a hero. He could now practice the violin each and everyday. The people of Vallamore bought earplug, thick and strong earplugs that would keep Rick’s horrible music out of their ears. Even the animals were given special earplugs. Everyday when he practiced every single living creature wore earplugs. The plants were covered for the while so that they would not wilt.
So that’s the story of Rick the violin player of Vallamore, if you know any bad musician do let them practice, for you never know when you might need them!
Rick’s neighbors were at their wits end, they wanted to get away from Rick. Everyday when he started the townspeople would come and throw stones in his house. “Stop playing Rick,” they would shout!
But, Rick was so fond of playing that he never bothered. He just kept on playing his violin! Now the people had enough, they wanted to throw him out of the town.
One day a terrible thing happened to Rick’s town, Vallmore. Enemy soldiers attacked the little town and they were mean and horrid. Every person in the village was made to march onto the streets. The fierce soldiers pointed their guns at them and asked them to all stand in a line. The people could not speak or cry, they had to stand silently in attention. Huge battle tanks with the latest weapons were pointed at them. The people of the town were really scared! The mayor of the town was put in prison.
“OBEY OUR ORDERS –The people of Vallamore!” shouted the general. “Otherwise the soldiers will shoot you!” The people were scared, hot and tired. The children began crying, their parents try to quieten them, but could not as they felt like crying themselves!
Now the General of the Army wanted to listen to some music of victory. The band of musicians of his army had not come with him - they had been left behind! The huge and ugly general sent his soldiers all the people to find out if there was a musician among them.
When the soldiers went to the mayor the town, he said, “Yes we have a musician, his name is Rick.” And then he added, craftily, “He can play the most wonderful music you have hear!”
So poor Rick was called in the front the huge and ugly general. “What do you play?” boomed the general fiercely.
Rick trembled and said, “I can play anything you ask me.” “Very good,” said the general, “Play some glorious battle music!”
Poor Rick was very scared when he saw the huge and ugly general along with his cruel and fierce soldiers. In a voice that shivered and quaked Rick cried, “Oh, good general I’ll play whatever you want, only let me go!”
Then Rick picked up his violin, closing his eyes he played the first note, “Scree-ee-eech, peee, tee, quee!” went the violin. The general cried, “Stop!” The soldiers fainted; everyone thought that their eardrums would burst. The music of the violin went screeching and weeping into the head of the general. He did not know what to do.
Rick just kept on playing; he thought that the general and the soldiers who had terrorized his town were enjoying the battle music. His violin went,“Scree-ee-eech, peee, tee, quee!”
The mean and horrid soldiers went running out off town, the general ran behind them, his hands covering his ears. They all ran as fast as they could and as far as they could. They ran off with their guns and huge battle tanks. They promised that they would never come back to this little town of Vallamore!
Rick became a hero. He could now practice the violin each and everyday. The people of Vallamore bought earplug, thick and strong earplugs that would keep Rick’s horrible music out of their ears. Even the animals were given special earplugs. Everyday when he practiced every single living creature wore earplugs. The plants were covered for the while so that they would not wilt.
So that’s the story of Rick the violin player of Vallamore, if you know any bad musician do let them practice, for you never know when you might need them!
Thursday, February 1, 2007
The North Star Meets Comet
The North Star was shining happily. He liked to shine; everyday he would shine away smiling happily. One day just as he was getting ready to shine through the night he saw something going by. It had a long, bright tail, and it had very dirty face. “What a strange thing,” thought the North Star. He asked the stars around him what it was. One of the stars suddenly remembered, “That’s a comet!”
The north star really liked the comet, he loved the way it zoomed through the sky as if it was in a very big hurry! He himself never moved much, everyday he shone in the sky, almost in the same place. Suddenly something strange happened! The comet stopped! “Hey,” yelled the North Star, "Why did you stop?
The comet turned around, usually he never had time for talking to the other stars. He looked at the North Star and saw that him standing still. “Lucky you!” he exclaimed. The North Star was most surprised, “Lucky me, wow I just have been standing here for millions of years, how can I be lucky? “Well at least you don’t zip around universe without a moments rest!” sighed the comet. “Oh! I’m so tired! The North Star felt sorry for the comet and really he did look rather dirty and weary! “Come wait a while with me” and the so the comet rested a while.
Suddenly a big huge storm came rushing near them. “Why have you stopped comet? You are supposed to be going on…” It was the great big storm which had come running down. He had come in such a rush that he was panting! “If you don’t rush on, everything in the sky will be different” he told the comet very sternly.
The North Star asked surprised, “What’s wrong if the comet waits awhile? The Great storm growled, “Look you are supposed to be standing here, and he is supposed to be going, we all have something to do! Now get along comet!
The comet was already beginning to feel cold standing, “I think you are right, I’m getting cold waiting here, I should go on.” So the Comet got ready to start off , “Will see you in some years, North Star, I’ve just got to rush off!
Once again the comet zipped off, and the North Star saw his light shining across the sky, “Bye comet, it was nice to see you!”
The north star really liked the comet, he loved the way it zoomed through the sky as if it was in a very big hurry! He himself never moved much, everyday he shone in the sky, almost in the same place. Suddenly something strange happened! The comet stopped! “Hey,” yelled the North Star, "Why did you stop?
The comet turned around, usually he never had time for talking to the other stars. He looked at the North Star and saw that him standing still. “Lucky you!” he exclaimed. The North Star was most surprised, “Lucky me, wow I just have been standing here for millions of years, how can I be lucky? “Well at least you don’t zip around universe without a moments rest!” sighed the comet. “Oh! I’m so tired! The North Star felt sorry for the comet and really he did look rather dirty and weary! “Come wait a while with me” and the so the comet rested a while.
Suddenly a big huge storm came rushing near them. “Why have you stopped comet? You are supposed to be going on…” It was the great big storm which had come running down. He had come in such a rush that he was panting! “If you don’t rush on, everything in the sky will be different” he told the comet very sternly.
The North Star asked surprised, “What’s wrong if the comet waits awhile? The Great storm growled, “Look you are supposed to be standing here, and he is supposed to be going, we all have something to do! Now get along comet!
The comet was already beginning to feel cold standing, “I think you are right, I’m getting cold waiting here, I should go on.” So the Comet got ready to start off , “Will see you in some years, North Star, I’ve just got to rush off!
Once again the comet zipped off, and the North Star saw his light shining across the sky, “Bye comet, it was nice to see you!”
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