Stories For Thing

ChumChum tells a story

on September 3, 2012

It was ChumChum’s bedtime. She was all tucked up in bed watching Dada as he dug around for a story book.

“So tell me ChumChum, which story do you want to hear tonight?”

“I want an unbook story Dada.”

“What’s an un book story?”

“Silly Dada”,  said ChumChum, “it’s a story that’s not from a book.”

Dada scratched his head. He wasn’t good at make-believe. He was a grown up after all. But he was brave, Dada was, and he bravely asked Chumchum what story she wanted to hear.

ChumChum giggled, “Don’t be scared Dada. It’s ok. I’ll tell you a story.” And she began:

Onceuponatime there lived a shark. He was blue and big and his name was Drop. But though he was big, he was very, very young. He only went to nuh-suh-reey school like me. He was not allowed to play alone in the street. Drop loved to sit on the swing and flap his fins. He ate chocolates and cookies and played hide and seek with his Dada and tickle games with his Mama.”

One day Mama Shark told Drop, “It’s time you started Big Fishie school. You must learn to swim the Deep Blue Sea. And you must learn the names of all your dinner.” Drop was scared. He had never gone out alone anywhere. He had only been to Auntie Hammer’s house with Mama to meet his cousins. But they were all so big and brave. And they didn’t play with him because he was small. Drop always sat with Mama and Auntie Hammer as they knit mufflers and drank green tea.

“Mama”, he said, “I’m so little. What if nobody plays with me? They’ll laugh because I can’t swim so well. Please don’t make me go.”

Mama laughed, “I once was as small as you are now, Drop. School was scary for me too. There were other sharks my age and we were all scared. But it was also so much fun. I collected treasures – coloured shells and coral and sea anemones and rainbow fish. I played on swings and skipped rope and played catch. I made sand paintings and we sang songs of the sea, and sometimes when we were good, Ms. Yrtle Turtle, our teacher took us to scare humans. Oh, you’ll see IT IS SO MUC..

ChumChum heard a soft snore. Dada was fast asleep. ChumChum tucked him in properly and ran to Mama, “Hi-Five Mama. My story made Dada fall fast asleep.”

By Ninja Duckie


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