Stories For Thing

Party in the rain



Umbrellas, open, strewn all over the living room halted Mama in her tracks.

She was confused. She had cleaned this room, hadn’t she?

Then she heard her ChumChum giggle, like bells in the wind and she wasn’t confused anymore.

She peeked inside the nearest umbrella, “What are you doing, little Miss?’

“This is my fort”, said ChumChum, “it’s where I hide from Rain?”

“You love the rain, why are you hiding from it?”

“Because Rain always pours when I’m not looking”, ChumChum said patiently, “and if Rain pours I can go out to play.”

Mama nodded. “Ok then, have fun.”

“No, you can’t go Mama. Come have soup with me.”

“This is delicious ChumChum”, said Mama taking a sip, ‘what’s in it?”

ChumChum rolled her eyes, “It’s just water, Mama”.

“It’s delicious water.”

Rain didn’t pour that afternoon. Mama and ChumChum didn’t notice. They were too busy shoring up ChumChum’s fort, building boats from super strong paper, drinking soup.

Ninja Duckie

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Billy the Meaniebutt Shark gets a surprise


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.

By Saladinho

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The Singing Fox

Once upon a time, there was a fox.


Yes, that’s how he spelt it.

Fox was special. He was brown and furry. And clever.

Now, you’ll say that all foxes are brown, furry and clever. But wait, this fox was truly special. Because this fox loved to sing. And he would often try to sing for his friends, the other foxes.

But the other foxes would make fun of him. “Stop it. You’re a fox, you’re not supposed to sing” they’d mock him.

Fox would feel bad and slink away. Nobody wanted to hear him sing.

But later, when no one was around, he would step outside his foxhole and sing to the sky. He would sing of the moon and the stars. He would smell the flowers in the field and listen to the gurgling of the stream… and sing his favourite songs.

He was happiest when he was alone and singing.

One day, Fox and his skulk (yes, that’s what they call their group) went hunting for food. At the edge of the woods, they saw a farmhouse with lots of animals. There were Horses, Cows, Sheep, Pigs, Dogs and his favourites – the Hens.

“I hope I find some nice eggs for dinner”, he thought as they sneaked in to the farm.

He was about to enter the coop when he heard something.

He turned and followed the sound until he found a girl sitting on a log of wood, strumming her guitar.

Fox could not resist. He loved the music. He began to sing along.

The girl stopped playing and turned to him.

“You don’t sound like a human, but you sing well for a fox” she smiled.

Fox went closer to her and sat at her feet.

“Let’s play some more songs” said the girl.

And so they played many songs that evening.  They sang of an old man and his farm, of a bird called the kookaburra and a princess called Jasmine.

Suddenly, there was a screech and a big car came through the gate.

“Thing! What are you doing? Is that a fox? Shoo!” shouted a voice.

It was the girl’s Mom.

Our quick brown fox jumped over the fence and ran towards the woods.

When he felt safe, he stopped. His heart was beating fast. His knees were shaking. But he was so happy!

He had never sung so many songs in front of anyone. And Thing had not made fun of him. She had been nice to him!

Fox felt good. As we walked back home he sang more songs loudly.

When he reached home, the other foxes asked him, “Where were you? We kept looking for you”.

“Oh, I had lost my way, but now I’m fine” he said and continued to sing. He was no longer afraid of what they would say.

Thanks to Thing, Fox sang happily ever after.

By Faux Fleur

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The Sun is a pancake

The little girl loved to discover the meaning of everything. She loved asking her Mama and Dada questions and lots of them, all the time. She would sometimes mumble on about yet another unsolved mystery from her day in her sleep.

One groggy morning, she saw her Mama making something that made a loud sizzling noise. She was naturally curious and asked her Dada, who was busy looking at his phone, ‘What is that noise? That sssssssssssss?’ Dada said it was the noise the sun made as it came out of the water in the morning.

The little girl laughed, ‘Dada you know the sun can’t go into the water, the water would eeee-vo-pu-tate. The sun is so hot! Mama, Dada doesn’t know anything!’

‘Yes darling, you remember everything we don’t, and we’re so glad it’s so’, her Mama said while walking into the dining room with a plate loaded with beautiful, golden pancakes.

‘What are those Mama? They look like the sun, except they’re not shiny and glittery’, the little girl exclaimed in delight.

‘They’re pancakes. But they could be the sun too, if you like’, her Dada added helpfully.

‘But the sun is shiny, it’s bright, golden!’ the little girl told her Dada.

‘Then we’ll just have to pour some golden, bright sunshine onto this sun pancake, won’t we?’ said her Mama, holding up a pot of yummy honey.

The sun reflecting its light onto the pot made the honey look like molten sunlight.

The little girl jumped up and down on her seat, ‘Mama that is so bruuutyfuul! The sunshine is in that bottle! I want it on my pancake sun!’

Her Mama put a lovely pancake on her plate and poured a stream of liquid sunshine onto it. The little girl happily ate it and gave a piece to her Dada for being helpful with answers that morning.

There was a sticky mess to clean later, but then sunshine always floods the room it streams in, so no one complained.

By The Cuppie Cake

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Lil’un finds her name

So, once upon a time not very long ago, there was a little girl who did not have a name. Every one called her little girl, or young one or little one, and this, naturally, did not please her. Not one bit. ‘Mama, what is my name?’ she would ask her mama, and mama would be unable to answer, because even she did not know what had happened to her name. So she would ask her papa, and even he would be unable to answer, because he also did not know what had happened to her name. Perhaps they had written it down on a piece of paper and the wind had taken it away, they said to the little girl. Or that afternoon they went to the beach, perhaps they wrote her name on the sand, and the sea took it away. Or maybe the rains, or the sun. They simply did not know. Naturally they were very sorry, but they did not know what to do about it. Nobody did.

Since the grown-ups could not decide what to do about her missing name, and the little girl did not think she would enjoy being called lill’un for the rest of her life, she decided that she would just go and find her name. And so, she asked her mama to give her a six slices of cake (as she intended to return on seventh day), a bottleful of water, cape and good, sturdy sandals. And off she went to find her name.

First she went to an open field and stood there and asked the wind if he had taken her name. She told the wind that it was fine even if he had taken it; he could return it now because she really needed it, that she was growing up, and if the wind returned her name, he could have some of her mama’s delicious apple flavoured cake. The wind told her that much as he would like to eat the cake (his mouth was watering), he had not taken her name, and so could not return it. The little girl was disappointed, but saw that the wind was very much eager to eat the cake (his mouth was watering), and so gave the wind a slice of the cake anyway. The wind was very grateful, and told her he would not forget her kindness.

Then the little girl went to the sea next, and made the same promise, but the sea had not taken her name and so could not return it. And the sea also wanted a slice of her cake and even his mouth was watering (haha), and so she let him have a slice of the cake. And the same story was repeated with the rain and the sun. The little girl was very disappointed as she had finished her list of probable people who might have taken her name, and did not know where to go from there. But she was a brave little girl, and so she decided that she would not give up. So, she sat down on a rock (she had met the sun on a hill so that he would not have to come down too low to talk to her- she was a thoughtful little girl), and opened her satchel and took out a slice of cake to eat.

And just as she was getting ready to take a bite, with a flash and the billowing of smoke and a big bang sound, a strange person appeared before her. He was very tall, almost seven, or maybe even eight feet tall, thin as a scarecrow, and dressed in clothes all very shiny and sparklingly splendid. He had a long face and a short pointy beard and round, crumpled hat, and he spoke, his head was so high above her, it seemed to the little girl that it was actually the hat which was speaking.

‘Can I have a slice of cake too? Please, I have not had apple cake in years, and I love it so!’ he said.

‘Who are you?’ The little girl asked.

‘I am magic. I was not always magic, instead, at one time, I was a human being. Then, I was called the magician.’

‘Then why are you only magic now, and not a magician?’

You see, the little girl was wise too, she understood even then that being a human being was more important than being pure magic.

‘I was scared of cats.’ The magician replied.

‘Cats!’ The little girl laughed a little. ‘What is there to be scared about cats! Cats are adorable! I love cats, in fact.’

‘I know, I know. I know now, but fact is, I was afraid of cats, and did something horrible to one of them. A long time ago, I was conducting a magic show, and a little girl’s kitten came on the stage, and I got so scared I turned her into a parrot. The little girl was very angry, and told me that since it was my magic which enabled me to turn her cat into a parrot, she did not want magic anymore. I was very sorry, but I did not want magic to die also (you see, little girls’ wishes have a lot of power), and so, I volunteered to turn myself into magic, and was exiled from the world of people. Which is why there is no magic in the world today, and which is why I have not eaten apple cake for years.’

As he said these last words, the magician almost cried. The little girl had never seen a grown up cry but somehow understood that it might be embarrassing or wrong or not-doable thing for them, and so, to prevent the magician from crying, she offered him her slice of cake and bottle of water. The magician sat on a nearby rock, and wolfed it down. And as he was wiping the crumbs off his lips, the little girl saw that he was slowly shrinking in size, till he finally turned into a normal sized human being (with slightly less splendid sparkly clothes and a slightly less pointy beard), but definitely human.

‘Thank you, dear girl,’ he said, ‘you have lifted the curse from me. For it was also said that when a little girl willingly accepted me to her company, and did me a good turn, I would finally be able to become human again. And so, now I am the magician again, and magic is free in the world.’

The little girl was very happy for him, and bade him well. But the magician would have nothing of it. She had given him cake and made him human again (yes! Cake has great powers!), and now he wanted to her a good turn. So, she asked him, if he knew where her name could be found.

‘Alas, that is something I do not know. I know it is not the wind or the sea or the rain or the sun, but that is something you know too.’ He shook his head sadly and grew quiet for a moment, and then smiled a bright smile and said, ‘but I do suspect my cat might know something about it.’

Saying so, he took out of his coat’s pocket the most gloriously green-plumed, red-beaked parrot the girl had ever seen. The parrot was so beautiful that the girl insisted that before answering any of her questions, he eat the last slice of bread she had, and drink some water, and then speak to her. The parrot, who like the magician, had not had apple cake for years (and who was really the cat the magician had turned into a parrot long ago, and cats love apple cake), gratefully ate the cake and drank the water, and turned into a soft, cuddly kitten.

‘Why yes, I do know where you might find your name,’ the kitten said, curling lazily on the warm rock, ‘300 miles from here, out in the sea, there is an island. On the island is a castle, and the castle is guarded by a moat which is full of crocodiles, and inside the castle lives and old dragon. This dragon has the ability to turn into a pigeon, and it is he who stole your name. You will have to kill him to get your name back.’

The little girl was overjoyed. She finally knew where to find her name. But she did not know how to get there: and the cat said she was unable to help with that. Not could the magician help (it was her quest, he said, and she would have to complete it alone), and with apologetic smiles, both of them disappeared.

Now, as I have told you, the young girl was a very brave one. But she was also a very smart girl. She did not lose hope. Instead, she called the wind, and told him his problem. The wind said he could not help her get to the island or kill the dragon, but he was sure the rain could help her in reaching the island, and sun and the sea could help her in killing the dragon. So, he told the little girl to find a tree trunk, and once she had found one, told her to cling to it tightly. Once the little girl had done that, the wind blew itself into a furious storm and lifted the tree trunk in its hand and flew and flew higher and higher till the sun, noticing this commotion, came down to see what was going on. And so, the little girl told the sun her problem. And the sun told the wind to get the little girl to the sea shore, and told the wind that his role in this story was not yet over.

So the wind set the little girl down at the sea shore, and the sea came up and listened to the little girl’s story. The sea said that he would help out with the crocodile problem (he had liked the apple cake very much, thank you), but he could not help the little girl get to the island as she would become all wet and catch a cold if he transported her, and he could not allow that to happen. Hearing this, the sun, who was listening in, got very very angry, and blazed down hard at the sea. Naturally, the water of the sea became vapors and turned into a cloud, and it started raining. And the rain (who had also liked the cake very much, thank you), was more than ready to help. So, rain sent down a small, pony shaped cloud to the girl, and girl sat on the cloud, and the wind lifted the cloud high up and helped them cross the sea till they reached the island. Then they set her down, in front of the gates of the castle of the dragon.

The problem, was the little girl could not get in. There was a moat all around the castle, and in the moat, there were crocodiles. So, as the sea had told her to do, the little girl got up on a hill, and called out to the sea to help her. And the sea came in, and flooded the moat and the castle and everything on the island that was lower than the hill the little girl was standing on. The crocodiles were washed away in the sea.

But at this, the dragon, who was sleeping, and did not like being awoken from his sleep (and specially not with cold water), woke up and got very very angry. He flapped his wings and flew over his castle and roared and roared at the sea, calling it names for having wet him without any reason. The sea told the dragon that the little girl had given him cake, and so it was his duty to help her, so maybe the dragon should go talk to the little girl. And then the dragon saw the little girl, sitting on an old tree trunk atop the hill, watching him flying angrily around. So he turned into a pigeon again, and went and perched on a rock in front of the little girl.

‘Little girl, what do you want? Why do you throw cold water on me this early in the morning? If your mama awoke you like that, would you like it?’

‘Please sir, dragon sir, I would just like to have my name back.’ The little girl said, ‘this was why I had to wake you up, sir.’

‘But I cannot give you your name back, little girl,’ the dragon said, ‘because your name is a treasure, and we dragons hoard treasure and never let it go. And your name is a particularly shiny treasure. In fact I quite like it, and have kept it in my heart. So, go back, little one. I am not giving your name back to you.’

‘How mean of you!’ the little girl exclaimed! ‘You would let me pass my entire life being called little girl or little one just because you like my name!’

‘Yes, because I like your name very very much,’ said the dragon.

At this the little girl got very angry. She stood up from the log and told the dragon, ‘Why, Mr. Dragon, that is not nice of you at all, and I am very angry at you.’

At this, the dragon laughed and said, ‘Why you are such a little girl, and I am such a big dragon.’ And turned again from pigeon shape to dragon shape. ‘What can a little girl like you do to me, then?’

The little girl was very angry and said, ‘Why, I will…I will…I will pinch your nose, I am so angry!’

At this, the dragon got very angry, because dragons love their noses very much and the thought of having it pinched by such a little girl angered and scared the dragon. He stood tall to his full height, and prepared to breathe fire at the girl. But the wind, who had been warned by the sun to be ready, started blowing again, and the little girl smartly held on to the log and the wind lifted them in the air. The dragon, very angry, gave them chase and up and up and up and up they went. And they went up till they came close to the sun.

And the sun (who had also liked the cake very much, thank you) was very angry at the dragon blazed very fast and very hard at the dragon and burnt him black as coal, while the wind smartly took the little girl away from the sun and set her down back at the dragon’s island, on the little hill. The dragon, burnt as hard and black as coal fell through the air and fell through the air and fell through the air, until he reached the hill, too. And he fell very hard. In fact, he fell so hard that he broke on contact with the hill and little black coal like pieces of him scattered on the hill. But one golden, shiny like fire piece remained and the little girl went to it, and picked it in her hand. And it burned like fire to look at, but was very cool to touch, for it was the dragon’s cold heart. And on this heart was written the little girl’s name.

And that was how the little one found her name.

By Morpheus

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