The Duct-Tape Wallet

The Duck-Tape Wallet

By: Rose Star

Once, there was a small wallet.

And in that wallet, sat no more than a pound.

He lived in a shoemaker’s pocket,

and never made one little sound.

He wasn’t made of fine leather,

Or decorated in fine little jewels.

He was only made rough duct tape,

Tape that had been chewed on by mules.

Now, the shoemaker’s pets,

I think you can guess,

Were very sloppy, old, mules.

Yet the shoemaker loved them,

Quite like his own children,

And pet them, every night.

But then one night,

After closing up shop,

As the shoemaker was walking home,

His wallet fell out,

And it wanted to shout,

But realized it had no mouth.

It hit the ground,

Without making a sound.

And to his dismay,

It was nowhere near day,

So he silently laid there all night.

Then somewhere near dawn,

He had finally drawn,

A conclusion of where he was.

He was next to a tree,

And also a bee,

And a candle that bore no light.

He could not see a shop,

With a big shoe on top,

Or a shoemaker inside it’s window.

As time went on,

When the bee was gone,

He felt there was something missing.

For there on the ground,

Laid the only pound,

That the shoemaker had put inside him.

But the wallet was smart,

So he decided to start,

Inching his way to the coin.

But as he looked up,

He saw in a cup,

A bird, not much bigger than him.

Then the bird swooped down,

And landed on the ground.

She said, “Hey look what I found!

“Why are you, yes I mean you,

Just laying here on the ground?”

Then all of a sudden,

On that old wallet,

Appeared a tiny mouth.

The wallet replied weackly,

“ Oh, please can you help me?

I’m terribly, terribly alone.

My shoemaker dropped me,

And then kept on walking.

Can you help me get home?”

The bird replied,

“I think I can try,

I know where the shoemaker lives.

I’ll carry you and your money,

Over the mountain of honey,

And leave you on his night stand.”

“Man, that sounds great!

But can you make,

It all of the long way home?”

The wallet had said,

While nodding his head.

“What about his bed?”

Then the bird said,

“ok, that works,

I’ll drop you off on his bed.”

“Great! Let’s go,

But don’t be slow!

I’m a wallet, you know,

And I’m never slow!”

So the two set out,

And gave a small shout,

To a bee that was flying by.

But along the way,

To their dismay,

It started to rain.

“Oh, what a shame,”

Said the bird very plain,

“ we’ll have to stop here ,

Oh dear! Oh dear!”

“Don’t worry,”

Said the wallet,

Just look where we are.

We aren’t very far,

From the shoemaker’s car!!!”

Then the bird sang a song,

That’s not very long.

“Hooray, hooray!

What a very happy day!”

Then all of a sudden,

The sky turned bright blue!

And then they both shouted, “Woo hoo! Woo hoo!

So they went on their way,

Without stopping to play.

And got to the shoemaker’s home,

Before the end of the day.

When they got to his home,

The shoemaker was there.

And what a suprise!!!

He was doing his hair!!

When he saw the bird,

He loved it so,

So the shoemaker decided,

He didn’t have to go.

He kept the bird,

As one of his pets.

And he never lost

His wallet again.

The end.

On maple Tree Lane

On Maple Tree Lane

There once was a cat, who lived with a bat. That cat and that bat lived in a cave, because both of them were very brave. They lived in a cave in the end of the street of Maple Tree Lane. One day that cat got bored, so he climbed the tree, out in their yard. From there he saw something shiny, on top of the cave. So he jumped as far as he could, and reached the top of the cave. He found that the shiny thing was a penny, from a human named Betty. Then he saw on a house, just across the street, an even bigger shiny thing. So he jumped, and made it up on that roof.
There he saw a piece of metal about the size of a screw. So now he had a penny, and a screw. Then he looked around, and up on the mountain, there was a cliff. On that cliff way up high, something glowed very brightly. So the cat said, “I can jump that, no one can beat me. I’ll jump right up there and get something shiny.” So with a big push, he jumped! Up, up, up he flew. And then landed safely on his feet on the cliff. Then he spotted the shiny thing he’d seen. It was a big brass gear, oh, so very shiny. So now he had a penny, a screw, and a gear. Then up on the peak, he saw a thing, it looked kind of shiny, but not like the other things. By now it was daybreak, and the sun was going down. But he let his curiosity get him, and he jumped! As he flew higher and higher, it got darker and darker. Finally, he reached a cliff, that was inches from the peak of the mountain. Then he grabbed it, and to his surprise, it was a pony-tail that had tinsel running through it. So now he had a penny, a screw, a gear, and apony-tail. Then, it started to rain, and it had gotten dark. Then, he spotted a cave on that same cliff, so he went to check it out. It looked like a good shelter to him, and, what was that? There was something shining in the cave. Inside the cave, he found that shiny thing. It was a piece of glass and a battery. So now he had a penny, a screw, a gear, a pony-tail, a piece of glass, and a battery. By now he was hungry, and it was so dark he couldn’t see anything. But, he was good at inventing, so he put all the pieces together, and made… a FLASHLIGHT! By now, bat was worrying where cat had gotten off to. So the bat set out to find cat. Then, cat went outside with the flashlight, and waved the flashlight all around hoping someone would find him. Then, bat showed up, and he said, “ where have you been?” “I’ll tell you when we get home.” Said cat. So then bat carried cat home, gave cat food, and then, cat told him everything he’d done that day. But you already know, right?




THE END!

This Girl and That Boy

There once was this girl.
A very nice girl.
There once was that boy.
A very mean boy.

There once was this girl.
A very nice girl.
There once was that boy.
A very mean boy.
That boy and this girl
Lived on two different hills,
Out in the forest
Of Snowy Mc Cluff.

There once was this girl.
A very nice girl.
There once was that boy.
A very mean boy.
That boy and this girl
Lived on two different hills,
That were side by side
Out in the forest of
Snowy Mc Cluff.

There once was this girl.
A very nice girl.
There once was that boy.
A very mean boy.
That boy and this girl
Lived on two different hills,
Out in the forest
Of Snowy Mc Cluff,
With their dog and cat.

There once was this girl.
A very nice girl.
There once was that boy.
A very mean boy.
That boy and this girl
Lived on two different hills,
Out in the forest
Of Snowy Mc Cluff,
With their dog and cat,
One for him and one for her.


There once was this girl.
A very nice girl.
There once was that boy.
A very mean boy.
That boy and this girl
Lived on two different hills,
Out in the forest
Of Snowy Mc Cluff,
With their dog and cat,
One for him and one for her,
One soft and one rough.

There once was this girl.
A very nice girl.
There once was that boy.
A very mean boy.
That boy and this girl
Lived on two different hills,
Out in the forest
Of Snowy Mc Cluff,
With their dog and cat,
One for him and one for her,
One soft and one rough,
Who fought and fought,
On the mountain of Rott,
Next to hill one and hill two,
Where this girl and that boy live,
Out in the forest of Snowy Mc Cluff.
On the mountain of Rott,
Where they fought and they fought,
Were this girl and that boy,
With their dog and their cat,
One soft and one rough,
They fought with each other,
That boy liked It a lot.

This girl however,
One day thought,
“ I’ve got better things to do
Than just sit here and rot,
While I get beaten by hot potatoes and rocks.
I’ll quit this right now.
He can fight if he wants,
But he’ll have to fight,
His pets if he wants
To even fight at all.”
She thought with a smile.

And with one swift move,
She said with a smile,
“That boy, I quit!!!!!”

“Fine!”
Said that boy.
“I’ll play on my own!!”
He said with a huff.
“I don’t need you I’ve have plenty of stuff!”

So this girl lived a long happy life,
While that boy stayed and fought.
But when it was time for Christmas,
That boy was very bored.
He was cold,
He was hungry,
He did not like it a lot.

So he said to himself,
“ I guess this war has gone far too long.”
And with that,
That boy went and apologized to this girl.
“I’m sorry” he said.
“This war has gone far too long.”

So then this girl
Took care of all of that boy’s needs,
And then with a smile,
That boy turned nice,
And became a this.
And from then on,
This girl and this boy
Lived as happy lives
As the trees were live.
The End!