Sunday, September 18, 2011

A Story

Once upon a time there was a rabbit named Peter. Peter loved to eat carrots for lunch with his pita chips. Quality, in the form of crunchiness was Peter's #1 criterion. Rabbits really ought not eat carrots everyday, but peter had an addiction.

So, when Peter's people went away, Peter went out to he garden to eat them all! Tragically, when Peter reached the garden gate he fell into a deep chasm. Under ordinary circumstances, Peter would have called for help from pone of the many garden denizens. Venting his fury on the sides of the yawning chasm that he fell into, Peter kicked and thought, and kicked and thought, and kicked and thought some more.

Warily he began to tunnel in a different direction. Xenophobia, common among rabbits, soon set in and Peter found himself torn between a desire to escape and a paralyzing fear of stumbling into the burrow of a mole of woodchuck. Yest he made himself keep digging in spite of his fear.
Zipper-like insects began appearing at his feet, Peter was quaking!

After what seemed like hours of digging, peter broke into a large opening, only to realize that he had dug in a circle. "Broil me in butter and call me a flounder!" Peter yelled when he saw he was right back where he started.

Cacaphonous echoes of his own frustration reverberated through the chasm and Peter began to weep. Digging in to his years of training as a Bunny Scout, he remember that strapped to his back leg was a pouch which contained, among other things, a length of spider silk. Egging himself on as he went, Peter tied the silk around his waist thinking to lasso a tree above. Fortunately, in addition to being a Bunny Scout, Peter was also a world-class rodeo rabbit, this was going to be easy.

"Giddyap!" Peter hooted, as he sent the spider-silk lasso up and over the rim of the hole.

"Hallelujah!" shouted Peter, as the lasso circled the bonsai tree very neatly.

Incrementally, Peter inched his was out of the chasm, whistling all the way. Jalapenos made Peter's eyes water when he finally pulled himself out; he was so tired that all he could do for a few seconds was lie where he fell.

Keeping his wits about him, Peter hauled himself to his feet and peered cautiously through the peppers. Looking for signs of danger but seeing none, he set out in the direction of his family's burrow.

"My paws are like noodles," thought Peter mournfully. "Next time I venture out, I'm bringing my phone!"

Notice anything unusual about this story? Notice any patterns? Leave your guesses in the comments. We have been having a lot of fun with this book: Creativity Workbook: 100 Exercises to Stimulate Creative Thinking

More fun? According to this website our story is 84% Shakesperean.

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