Stories For Thing

Billy the Meaniebutt Shark gets a surprise

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This is the third and final part of the story about the Little Princess vs. Billy the Meaniebutt Shark. Now then, how much of parts 1 and 2 do you remember? To be honest, Frisbee the cat had to remind me of everything that happened before because I didn’t pay proper attention.

If you remember, Lola the Bulldog told Frisbee a story about a little girl who liked to hunt sharks. One day, the little princess heard about a really mean and nasty shark named Billy, and so she set out on the high seas with her loyal crew of Jolly Pirates to find him.

Billy lived in a house inside of a volcano, which sat in the center of a scary, dangerous place called Shark Island. Lucky for Billy, the house was lava-proof, just in case the volcano ever got sick and threw up.

Billy loved the water, but because he was hired to keep Shark Island clean, he had to spend most of his time on land. Some sharks agreed that this was what probably made Billy extra especially grumpy.

One day, Billy was at home watching television and eating a human and cheese sandwich. “Nom Nom Nom,” he said. Humans with cheese, lettuce, tomatoes, mayo and mustard, on whole wheat bread, was his favorite.

“So what if I’m getting a pot belly,” he grumbled, thinking about some of the jokes other sharks had made about him when they thought he couldn’t hear them. “Some things just taste better than skinny feels.”

He burped. It was a very loud burp.

Billy was watching a musical. People were dancing and singing, and he liked to think about which of them he would put into his favorite sandwich first.

Suddenly, the security alarm went off. There was an intruder on Shark Island! Billy checked the security camera and saw a little girl with long dark hair and a pretty blue dress crying and stumbling along. She looked lost.

“Well, well,” Billy said. “Looks like I’ll be having an after dinner mint.”

Eagerly, Billy rushed out to meet the snack sized human, giggling to himself because he had decided to play a little game.

The little girl walked through the jungle of Shark Island, sobbing. “Oh woe is me!” she cried. “Mama was so right about me! I am my own kryptonite!” And if you listened closely, you would have heard her add, just under her breath: “I can’t believe I just said Mum was right! I’d better get an award for this performance.”

The little girl tripped over nothing in particular, collapsed into her arms, and shuddered with sobs.

By the time Billy the Shark arrived, he was almost starting to feel sorry for the poor lost girl. Almost.

“There there, little lady, why are you crying so?” he turned on his most concerned uncle voice.

The little girl looked up at him. Her eyes got big and round like saucers. Billy took this to mean that the girl was quite frightened indeed.

“Don’t be afraid. I won’t eat you,” he grinned. All of his teeth were showing, which wasn’t very reassuring.

Nevertheless, the little girl said: “Oh Mr. Shark, Mr. Shark! I’m lost and hungry and sad! Can you help me, please?”

“By all means,” Billy agreed. “I’ll take you to get something nice to eat, ok?”

“Ok,” said the little girl. Um, but I can’t eat food and swim underwater at the same time.”

Actually, a little mermaid had taught the little girl how, but the shark didn’t need to know about that.

“I have a house here on the island, inside of a volcano. Don’t worry, it’s lava-proof.”

So, Billy lead the girl back to his volcano home, asking her all sorts of questions about her parents, where she had come from, and how she had gotten lost.

“My parents and I were on vacation,” the girl lamented. “We were so happy, until the storm came and smashed up our boat.”

“Terrible,” Billy said.

“My dad was only 37—it’s such a shame. At least my mum was 89, and lived a full life, you know?”

“Wow. 37 and 89,” Billy remarked. “That’s not just May-December, that’s Mayan Calender-December.”

“And yet somehow they made it work,” the little girl nodded.

“And what is your name little girl?”

“Um…I have amnesia.” The little girl said.

“Pretty name,” Billy remarked.

Soon, back at Billy’s house, the little lost girl seemed much less worried about her plight. In fact, she walked around the shark’s place with intense curiosity.

“Now, let’s find you something to eat!” Billy said, almost licking his chomps. “Fatten you up a bit,” he muttered. He went to his refrigerator and looked in. “Tell me little girl, what would you like to eat, hm?”

“Can I have a shark burger, please?” the little dark haired girl asked sweetly.

Billy the Meaniebutt Shark turned to her. “That’s not funny, little girl,” he said, narrowing his eyes.

“I wasn’t making a funny,” the little girl assured him, still smiling.

“Who are you?” Billy the Shark asked. There was something odd about this little lost girl, and he was suddenly getting a very bad feeling about all of this.

“Well, it’s not amnesia,” said the little girl. “Not even close. It doesn’t even rhyme with amnesia. Do you want to know what it rhymes with? I’ll tell you: it rhymes with sting. Not sting like a bee sting. Sting like: surprise! It’s a trap!”

Billy finally realized who this strange little girl was who had suddenly turned up frightened and alone on Shark Island, of all islands. He’d never seen her before, but he’d definitely heard of her.

The little girl whose name rhymed with shark hunting.

The little princess named Thing.

“No!” Billy the Meaniebutt Shark screamed. “Somebody! Haalp!”

“Say hello to my Big Bad Mum!” the little princess shouted.

“Oh no!” Billy cried. “Your mom’s here too! That’s not fair! How bad is she?”

“She’s awful!” the little princess admitted, “but I’m talking about my magical sword, see?”

She held it out for him to see. It was bright and shiny, and it looked very sharp.

Billy shuddered. “Please don’t turn me into Meanibutt shark cutlets!”

“Quiet down!” the little princess commanded. “If you surrender peacefully, I won’t have to.”

Billy stifled his sobs and tried to look as helpless and pathetic as possible.

“You should be ashamed of yourself, stinky shark!” the little princess said. “You’re such a bully, and just like all bullies, you’re really just a big ole coward at heart.”

“I’m sorry!” Billy whimpered. “What do you want me to do to make up for all of my bad ways? I’ll do anything.”

“Billy, Billy, Billy! You’ve been a bad boy! I’m going to take you to Shark Zoo.”

“Not Shark Zoo!” Shark Zoo was famous for being a place where sharks had to go in order to learn how to behave, and even do school work.

If they learned good manners, and promised to be good every day, the sharks would finally be set free again. Billy had met a few sharks who had graduated from Shark Zoo, and they were so boring.

“It’s not a zoo!” Billy complained. “It’s a prison! You turn perfectly natural sharks into wimpy little guppies. I betchu if I was a dolphin, you wouldn’t send me to such a nasty place–and dolphins are much worse than sharks!”

“What are you, an activist?” the little princess snapped. “Don’t talk to me about dolphins! I’m a shark hunter, okay? Now, hold still while I tie you up!”

And so, the little princess and her Jolly Pirates took Billy the Meaniebutt Shark to Shark Zoo. At first, Billy was very sad and bored there, but the little princess wrote him letters—and even sent some tasty snacks (not humans)—which brightened Billy’s spirits immensely. Before long, Billy was the best behaved, most studios shark in all of Shark Zoo; even standing up to bullies who liked to cause trouble there.

Billy had become so good and nice that by the time he we was free to live in regular waters again, he had gotten a new nickname: Billy the Goody-Goody Shark Who Always Likes to Brag That He’s Princess Thing’s Pal.

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Any Thing you want to be

Baa. Badum. BOOSH!

Thing fell on her tush. “Ow!” it hurt, “I don’t like you,” she wagged her finger at the errant stone.

“Sorry, little Miss,” said he.

“But, but… stones cannot speak!”

“Who made the rules?

Must be some fool

Whose bed was full of bugs.

You can’t be here

Causing such fear –

You shall get no free hugs.’”

Thing made a face. “But that’s wrong. If hugs are free, everyone should get them.”

“You have much to learn, little Thing

Of happy silences and liars who sing.”

But Thing had bigger worries to worry. Where was she, where were Mahm and Dada?

“Dream’s Cape” said Stone.

 

Fig 1

 

“No. Dreamscape.”

 

Fig 2

 

“Let’s go,” said Stone, wobbling from side to side.

“There’s much to see

And places to be,

C’mon girlie

Keep up with me.”

Thing skipped along – adventure time! ‘Maybe I’ll get something to eat too. My tum-tum is getting all rumbly,’ she thought.

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They walked and wobbled, walked and wobbled, and in no time, they were in a white-white room with shiny-shiny things.

“Where are we?” asked Thing. All this white…and all little Thing could think about was how much better it would look if it was all coloured in.

“Why, hello!” said a big girl in a big white coat. ‘She reminds me of someone,’ thought Thing, ‘but who? Like Mahm and a little like Dada, but not exactly. Oh oh! What did she say?’ Thing tried to listen carefully.

“This isn’t your first time in a hospital, no?” said the white coated big girl.

“But it is,” said Thing. If it wasn’t, the place would not be so very white.

“Ah. But you were in a place quite like this around the time you were born.”

“How do YOU know? Were you there too?”

“In a way,” she said with a smile. “Do you know what this is?” She handed Thing a big plasticky black thingy with a shiny metallic U thingy.

“Doctor uncle carries this around. Are you a doctor too?”

She smiled again, “Indeed. And this is a stethoscope.”

‘Stethoscope. That’s a nice word. Ste-thus-cope. Stay-thus-cope. Stir-the-scope. Stereo-scope.’

“Do you want to try it?”

Thing was thrilled. She’d been thinking about the very same thing since she first touched it.

So the Doctor girl put the black tips of the U thingy in Thing’s little ears and placed the heavy disc thingy on little Thing’s chest. “Do you hear that?” She sounded so far away. And suddenly, Thing heard the most amazing thing.

“Lub dubb. Lub dubb. Lub dubb.”

She took it off her ears, “It’s like someone’s playing drums inside me!”

“That’s your heart.”

Fig 3

 

“Thank you for your patience,

But we have to get to other places.”

Thing had forgotten Stone was even there.

‘But I want to know what other instruments play inside me,’ thought Thing. But he was already wobbling away. So she waved a quick goodbye to Doctor girl and smiled her biggest smile.

“Goodbye Miss. Goodbye.”

“Bye-bye, little girl,” she said, “bye-bye.”

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The ground was getting rough and walking was now tough. Every now and again, Thing thought she was lost. So many Stones, where was hers? But only one would move, muttering “C’mon, c’mon”. Good thing stones weren’t normally in the habit of talking.

Eventually, the ground smoothed out and sloped, so that Stone was mostly rolling than wobbling. Suddenly, they found themselves in a cave-like room. One wall was all glass, holding an ocean behind.

“Beyond the waves of infinity

Lie generations of my family,

Some sharp, some dull, some much like me.”

Stone was singing his tuneless song. Thing didn’t understand. So she pressed her face against the glass but her nose got in the way.

In the distance, she saw a little fish, grey and chubby and generally harmless. Its big mouth was stretched in an even bigger smile. That was growing by the second. Bigger and BIGGER OH GOD HE’S GOING TO CRASH! But there was only a slight thump as the BIG grey chubby fish hit the glass gently.

From behind its mighty fin emerged a much smaller, much slimmer black creature, with googly eyes and pipes and things. On closer examination, Thing realised, why, this ‘thing’ looked almost human!

“Who or what is that?” she asked Stone.

“A scuba diver is she,

An adventurer under sea,

A friend of the fishes who

Is vegetarian too.”

‘Makes sense,’ thought Thing, ‘I don’t eat my friends either.’

And then she saw the diver girl do the most bizarre thing with her hand. Like an ancient gesture or an other worldly salute.

 

Fig 4

 

Thing tried to do it herself and got it wrong a few times – everybody does. But she got it eventually. The diver girl flashed her a thumbs-up and swam off, much like her fish friends. Thing looked down at Stone. He was already wobbling on his way.

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They walked through a dimly lit tunnel and soon were out in the open again. Thing stretched her arms far and wide; she never liked dark places. As she tried to stretch out and out of her body, she heard something in the distance – was that music? “Uh…” she opened her mouth to ask Stone, but he had no ears. But he could hear her speak. For that matter, she never really saw a mouth on him either. He fixed her with a stony stare with eyes that weren’t quite there. She’d fallen behind again. “Alright, alright. I’m coming. Sheesh.”

Soon they were walking in a pretty little garden, complete with green grass, fragrant flowers and there’s that music again!

Up ahead was a person sitting with her back to them. And Thing was sure it was a girl because her long and curly hair was tied into a braid. The big boys with long hair never did that.

Stone wobbled up to this girl and plopped on the grass before her. So Thing did likewise. She was very polite like that. And she finally saw where the music was coming from.

“Your guitar is so small!” said Thing. The girl stopped playing and smiled. “This, my dear, is a ukulele.”

“A yuka what?”

“You-ka-ley-li,” she said and handed it to her. Thing was overjoyed. Normally, people told her not to touch this and that. But here, everyone was giving things to her without her even asking for it.

She took the mini guitar. It was just the right size for her. She strummed it like she saw the girl do.

 

Fig 5

 

“Whoa!”she wanted to keep this thing with her forever. But it wasn’t hers to keep, so she gave it back sadly. The girl took it back and with a smile that never waned, she played them a song. And the song was so snappy, boy, it was so happy, that Thing got up on her feet and twirled and jumped and swayed in time to the music. “Once more!” she cried, when the song was done. So the girl played again, and kept playing as Thing and Stone skipped along on their way.

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They came to a spot in the garden that had rocks of the size one could rest their bums on rather comfortably. Thing’s tum-tum was rumbling like anything, more so for she could smell the mangoes nearby. But, big as she was, the tree was so much bigger than her. She looked hopefully at Stone, who nodded (probably). He wobbled up the tree, but kept to the lower branches – stones are not used to such heights you see. He disappeared among the leaves and one by one, mangoes ploinked down on the grassy floor. Thing caught as many as her little hands could and settled down to eat. As Stone wobbled down the tree, Thing laid out the mangoes on her lap and worked on them one at a time like a good girl, but seeing how Stone might feel a little left out, she picked him up and offered him some.

“Now that we’ve met them peoplesies,

How many things did you really see?”

Thing wiped her mouth and smoothed her dress and thought back on her trip. “Three,” she said with obvious pride, stumbling with the words, eyes open wide, “thing with UK’s layli, thing with scuba driver and thing with…um, stereoscope!”

“Try again, but this time think

Were they all different or really the same Thing?”

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“Thing! Wake up. Come on now.” That was Mahm’s voice. Thing opened her little eyes. She was in her room, all tucked up in bed. “Good morning, sleepyhead.”

“Good morning Mahm,” said Thing with a huge yawn.

“Off you go to the bathroom, little girl.” Thing skipped away to brush her teeth. Mahm was making the bed when suddenly she found something under the blanket. “Silly Thing. What things she collects.” She put it aside.

Sometimes a stone is a girl’s best friend.

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Baby Batty and Owleting

 

Batty_Owleting

Baby Batty was sad. His big sad eyes were moist, sparkling and reflected the brilliant moon. What a night it has turned out to be!

He’d wandered off to a human’s house, you see, and hadn’t been able to remember his way back home on the big tree. And as he rested his tired little wings on the window sill,  a human kid walked in. And oh so loud did she scream! All Baby Batty was doing was sitting on her window sill, peering out into the night, looking for his home. He’d done absolutely nothing to scare her. Hmph, he thought, almost falling off from the window as she ran out of her room. Batty heard her scream for her Mommy.

Baby Batty was sad that humans were scared of him. He never did anything to scare them and yet they ran away, screaming, almost running into walls, their hands in the air flailing around like they had seen a ghost! Well, at least he was home, safe.

Just then he heard some voices from lower down in the tree. He hadn’t heard that voice before. He knew a dog’s woof, a cat’s meow, a cow’s moo, even a human talking without a break on a small something attached to the ears (those humans are a weird lot he thought), but this was different.

“Mommy, Mommy!” Baby Batty flew to their branch,”I heard a new sound. Do you know what that is?”

Bigmama Bat swooped her shiny wings & turned. “Oh they are our new neighbors, Batty. They moved in late last night.”

“Are they bats? They don’t sound like bats.” Batty tipwinged and peered suspiciously over the branch.

“They are a hooting family of Mrs and Mr Owl and their little baby who is . They have asked us to tea. Do you want to come along?”, asked Bigmama Bat as she dusted her wings and spread the night glitter around.

“Ok” said Baby Batty and quickly wore his tiny little mittens.

As he watched BigmamaOwl pour his mama some tea he suddenly heard, “Hey, what is your name?”. All he could see were two bright, round, big, naughty eyes. Baby Batty was taken by surprise. Where did those eyes come from? He almost jumped out of his wings. Phew.

“My name is Batty. Who are you?”

“I am Owletling and this is my new doll”.

Owletling loved to make new friends. At their last hollowInTheTree home, she’d made friends with the tree and all the leaves and the butterflies and the bees. Even grouchy Mr. Bear was Owleting’s friend.

“Do you want to sit on the ledge and play with me?” Owletling’s big bright eyes were wide with anticipation. She did not wait for Baby Batty to say anything, just pulled him after her on to the ledge.

“Why are you sad, Batty?”
“How do you know I am sad?”
“Your eyes told me”
“Who taught you to read eyes?”
“The big tree taught me”
“What happened then?”
“Then one night the big tree shook very hard, like it had the fever. It moaned and groaned and fell down on the road. ”
“That’s very sad.”
“But why are you sad?”
“I frightened a human. And I didn’t have to so a thing. They always scream and run away when they see me. Am I a monster?”
“You are Batty. Battys are batty. They are not monsters. Only monsters can be monsters. The human needs glasses.”
“Even the one with glasses got scared one day.”
“They just need better glasses then, to see that everyone is different.”
“Really?”
“Yeah, and they’ll never be able to fly. And you can. You don’t have to sit in a tin box to fly. Have you seen their tin boxes?”
“Yes, there are some in the sky!”
“And they wear pants!”
“You are so funny, Owletling.”
“Do you want a gummy bear?”
“Where did you get it from?”
“The bear who lived under the old tree made them for me. Its my new toy doll.”
“Lets go to the top branch of my tree. I’ll show you my favourite beach place!”

Baby Batty had made a friend. And he was never sad again. And the next time a human ran away from him scared, he’d laugh – because he didn’t need pants!

By NinjaDuckie

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Eating People Is Wrong

Congratulations!
First day?
Not to worry, you are off to a great start!
Come this way!

Brains safely ensconced in Head?
Hands check? Feet check?
All systems go?
You’re on your own and YOU can go wherever you want to go.

Streets! Up and down they go. Look a hare!
Hare

Sometimes you will want to go to there.
There are other rather dreary streets, but then I think you should trust your feets.

Also sometimes all streets are horrible,
and almost all incorrigible.
Then turn to page three ninety four,
or maybe head out of this town, so dour.

Out there! Oh, out there!
They say ‘stuff happens’
And it does to people like you but sometimes it doesn’t.

But when stuff does happen,
Fret! Panic! Be normal!
But also, go!
With the flow!

But remember! Eating people is wrong. Also watch out for angry running lobsters.
Lobsters

Strapping young person, you!
Sights! Sounds! Lights! Camera! Action!
Up is the place for you.

You will be good and you will fly to better clouds.
You will be the best and above the rest.

But don’t take my word for it! Because sometimes you won’t!

It is kinda sad and terribly true
Ups come with Downs and a lot of times they come for you.

You could lounge in a trough. Like this baleful starefish.
Starefish

That part is usually rough.

This is when they say the going gets tough.

The streets might suck again.
Darkness everywhere?
A bump and a push and a tumble in the bush.

It could be even worse. You could be eaten by a cute lion.
Lion

But remember! Eating people is wrong.

Maybe a clockwise when it should have been counterclockwise?
Who knows? I don’t!
Take the road less travelled or take the high road?
IT IS PRETTY HARD TO MAKE A DECISION WHEN IT IS YOURS TO MAKE.
QMan

You could try sitting but you don’t look the type to be doing that!

You will find a way. You will get out.

Once more! Oh the Heights! You will go where no ham has gone before!
Spacenaut

There is fun.

But sometimes there isn’t.

I might have left out the sports. You can learn about them on your own.
I am personally into video game horticulture.
Plant

Learning is always good.

There is loneliness to come. And the fears. Oh they are downright fearsome.
Scared me when I met them and I am scared still.
You will want to be scared too. I think it is okay. But what do I know?

Know this. Eating people is wrong.
And sometimes there will be cake and sometimes it will be a lie!

But I think you are an upper and a getter.

Tread lightly. Balance well. Be nice and be well. Look a bug!
Bug

Maybe you will get there!
Oh well, you probably very well will!

Now maybe you shouldn’t waste time listening to me prattle
when there are hurdles to be rattled.
Pinnacle

Poem and Original Artwork by Ninja Dukie’s good friend, Doppey

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ChumChum and the Snail

Chumchum sat in her little rocking chair, looking out the window. She was thinking up her ack-the-vee-tees for today. Should she cook a stew for her dolly or  take Cwockodile to the sea for a bath? She rocked her thinking chair back and forth, her head bobbing along. There were potted plants all around and the sky was quite cloudy.

Chumchum stopped; she thought she heard something. Oh, it was the sky rumbling again. Sky’s mama may not have fed the poor thing yet, she thought. And Sky will start crying soon. Sky rumbled again! Oh poor Sky, must be so, so, so hungry! She got up from her chair and peered up at the sky. “Hey Sky, would you like some jelly beans while your mama makes you lunch?”

As Chumchum dug around for the jelly beans in her pocket she saw something green and tiny move in one of the flower pots. She squinted. She tilted her head first to the left, and then right. She put her hands on her knees and bent down to take a closer look. She tilted her head first to the left, and then right, while holding on to her knees. She got down on her knees to get an even closer look. On her knees, she tilted her head first to the left, and then right. Suddenly, the green thing moved again!

ChumChum remembered seeing a picture of this little creature somewhere. It was in her school alphabet book. Off she ran to her room and came back with the book. She sat down cross legged on the floor, right in front of the pot, taking care to keep the green thing in sight. She looked into her book –  the first page, then the next, and next, and next. There it was, under S. She read aloud S-N-A-I-L. She mouthed the word out loud: Suh-na-ail. She had found a snail. It looked just like it did in the book. It had two tiny antenna on its head and a house on its back. It moved ever so slowly, pushing itself around with its house on its back.

“Mama! Look what I found! It Mister S-N-A-I-L! He has come visiting me from the book.”

By Ninja Duckie

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The many adventures of Fat Louie – Episode 2

Fat Louie was excited. Thank God it’s Friday, he thought. Today was the day he had been allowed to go to Ninja Duckie’s house for a sleepover. That was not a big deal – he had been there done that before – but this evening, he was allowed to go alone! He couldn’t wait for school to get over.

In the evening his Mama gave him dinner earlier than usual. Helped him pack a bag with tooth brush, PJs, change of clothes and flip flops. A backpack not too heavy to carry. He was in a hurry, couldn’t wait to get away. Mama kept giving him advice “Don’t stray far from the river bed”, “Walk along the river bed till you get to the bend”, “Don’t walk into the woods”.

Finally he set off. He first sauntered off casually, then hastened his pace. Fat Louie actually didn’t like the water or getting his fur wet. He decided to walk as far from the river as possible. This brought him to the edge of the forest. But he didn’t mind, he was not afraid of anything, he felt.

He suddenly heard a buzzing sound. He found a flying insect diving into a flower and flying out again. Fat Louie was curious. He followed this flying insect, at first it was easy but then the insect – which was a very busy bee – flew off again and Fat Louie trotted after it. Chased it looking up at it constantly so that he didn’t lose it. The bee suddenly went into a brown thing hanging from a tree. Fat Louie was most curious. He went near with his snout and the thing smelled delicious.

Fat Louie took a swipe with his paw and suddenly the brown thing was down on the ground! Fat Louie, always hungry, took a little bite – it tasted really yummy! Soon Fat Louie was into it, eating away. He was unaware of the bees that had come out and were trying to sting him. His thick coat warded off the bee stings; the only spot where they could have stung him was his snout and that was buried deep inside the honey comb! He had a feast, he really licked his chops and shook his body throwing off the bees and trotted off.

Fat Louie thought he must bring his brother and sisters here to taste these wonderful things hanging here on the trees. There were many more. Suddenly he realized that he didn’t know where he was! He remembered his Mama’s words “Don’t stray from the river bed..” where was he? How will he get to Ninja Duckie’s house?

By Thing’s good friend, Rian

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The many adventures of Fat Louie – Episode 1

Fat Louie was different from his 2 sisters and brother. They were not very old, still under Mama Bear’s watchful care. But they were learning fast about what to eat and where to drink. Fat Louie always seemed to be in his own world. He would also tend to wander away from all of them often. Mama Bear had scolded him more than once not to stray off alone. But Fat Louie kept doing things without his mother or sisters or brother.

He was the first amongst them to try eating something other than fruits or leaves. He saw a small brown animal  jumping out of a hole, Fat Louie didn’t realise how strong he already was, he swiped  his arm and the brown furry animal lay still on the ground. He nuzzled it, it smelt good so he took a small bite and he loved it! He took another and another and soon he  finished eating the whole animal. This was his first meat meal.

Fat Louie’s mama knew, when he got back to the cave home that day, what he had done by the fur sticking around his mouth. She knew that her little baby was growing up!

Being a Himalayan bear Mama knew that all her children could not be just vegetarians. But her Fat Louie had already taken the first step.

His name was Louie – he got the nick name Fat Louie in school. He liked his nickname. He and his sisters and brother all went to “Jungle Tots ” school every day. He liked school.  He had a very good friend in school called “Ninja Duckie”. They both did a lot of fun things together. He also liked going for sleepovers to Ninja Duckie’s house. His brother was not brave enough to go nor were his sisters. And it wasn’t as if he was the oldest.

One day he told his Mama that he could go alone. They were not happy but he insisted and raised himself to his full height to prove how strong and big he was. So Mama bear gave in and Fat Louie went to Ninja Duckie’s house on his own!

By Thing’s good friend, Rian

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