Story Time with Auntie Kaitlin
These are some stories I wrote that make no sense. I hope all of you are excited.
Once upon a time in a very far away land, there lived a mulberry picker, Mark Bubbletrump, and his best friend, the needle maker. One day, as the sun was shining and the birds were chirrping, Mark turned to his friend Mable Marbletrarry and said, "I think that we should go on an adventure today. Let us walk and talk to the birds of the forest."
Mable responded with, "I believe, Mr. Bubbletrump, that you have let the good air and the sun go to your head. Birds cannot speak. They only sing and in a language we cannot understand."
Mark stared at her, blue eyes widening slowly before he burst out with, "BY THE GODS! I believe you are possessed! Never before has a person doubted my sanity!"
"I never doubted your sanity, Mark Bubbletrump," replied Mable. She flicked her hair over her shoulder before beginning to dance around the flowers, nearly falling over on her bum. "Oh dear!," yelled Mable. "I believe I shall cause myself an injury any moment now." There was a minute before Mark jumped up and grabbed her around the waist, spinning around wildly. After a little while, a clown came up to them. Mable squeaked, turning to look at the clown. "You there! What is your name?"
The clown stared at her for a while, being rather scary...as he had started to do a wiggly sort of dance, keeping his head perfectly still. "I am called Wigglywam."
Mable and Mark had to keep themselves from laughing at his name for it was very weird indeed. "What a name. I don't believe I have ever heard of any quite like it," said Mable, doing a very good job at not laughing.
"Well...I was named after my grandfather and his father before him! I see nothing wrong with it."
"Of course not, sir. My name is Mable Marbletrarry and this is my best friend, Mark Bubbletrump."
The clown burst out laughing before starting his dance again and wiggling his bum. Mable and Mark both thought this strange and rather amusing. They could not help but laugh themselves. It did not take long before their trusty dog, Fluffer Nutter III came running up and bit the clown on the bum. "YE-OUCH," the clown yelled, clutching his bottom and dancing around. "Curse you!" Mable couldn't help but snicker at the clown as he danced around.
Once upon a time in a far away land...there was a boy. His name was James Potter. He was the best looking and most important person in the world. Everyone knew his name. All the boys wanted to be him and all the girls wanted to be with him. It was such a wonderful place to be for young James Potter. Hogwarts was his castle and the other students, his worshipping people. The royal jester was his closest friend, Sirius Black. His unfortunate tutor was non other than Remus Lupin. His royal seamstress was Peter Pettigrew. Such a wonderful life these four lead until...Tom Riddle came. He killed the king and queen. Prince James was quite distraught for it meant that he would have to rule the country all on his own.His best friend Sirius Black was there to comfort him as well as the other two. Prince James was rather happy to have them by his side during this trouble. Unfortunately for the good prince his best friend Sirius Black left him to go back to his own castle. Dearest Prince James was at a loss. The lovely Princess Lily tried to make him feel better by showering him with love.
Alas, it was not to help the young prince get over his best friend's abandonment. His tutor, Remus Lupin, was not sure how to help the prince get through this trying time. He tried to keep him amused by telling him stories of past amusements. Alas, this would only make the young prince upset and make him miss his dearly beloved friend much more. Even Peter Pettigrew, his wonderfully fabulous seamstress, could not help him through this pain.
Finally Sirius Black came back to him but he was much changed. He hit Prince James and threatened to kill him. Prince James fought back, saying harsh things that he didn't mean. It was not until Sirius Black tried to strangle Prince James that he realized that he had gone astray. Finally, after much weeping, the two held onto each other and vowed that they should not do such stupid things to each other again. All was well...or was it? *Coughs* To be continued in the following edition.
I still don't have a following edition...
Once upon a time in a very far away land, there lived a mulberry picker, Mark Bubbletrump, and his best friend, the needle maker. One day, as the sun was shining and the birds were chirrping, Mark turned to his friend Mable Marbletrarry and said, "I think that we should go on an adventure today. Let us walk and talk to the birds of the forest."
Mable responded with, "I believe, Mr. Bubbletrump, that you have let the good air and the sun go to your head. Birds cannot speak. They only sing and in a language we cannot understand."
Mark stared at her, blue eyes widening slowly before he burst out with, "BY THE GODS! I believe you are possessed! Never before has a person doubted my sanity!"
"I never doubted your sanity, Mark Bubbletrump," replied Mable. She flicked her hair over her shoulder before beginning to dance around the flowers, nearly falling over on her bum. "Oh dear!," yelled Mable. "I believe I shall cause myself an injury any moment now." There was a minute before Mark jumped up and grabbed her around the waist, spinning around wildly. After a little while, a clown came up to them. Mable squeaked, turning to look at the clown. "You there! What is your name?"
The clown stared at her for a while, being rather scary...as he had started to do a wiggly sort of dance, keeping his head perfectly still. "I am called Wigglywam."
Mable and Mark had to keep themselves from laughing at his name for it was very weird indeed. "What a name. I don't believe I have ever heard of any quite like it," said Mable, doing a very good job at not laughing.
"Well...I was named after my grandfather and his father before him! I see nothing wrong with it."
"Of course not, sir. My name is Mable Marbletrarry and this is my best friend, Mark Bubbletrump."
The clown burst out laughing before starting his dance again and wiggling his bum. Mable and Mark both thought this strange and rather amusing. They could not help but laugh themselves. It did not take long before their trusty dog, Fluffer Nutter III came running up and bit the clown on the bum. "YE-OUCH," the clown yelled, clutching his bottom and dancing around. "Curse you!" Mable couldn't help but snicker at the clown as he danced around.
Once upon a time in a far away land...there was a boy. His name was James Potter. He was the best looking and most important person in the world. Everyone knew his name. All the boys wanted to be him and all the girls wanted to be with him. It was such a wonderful place to be for young James Potter. Hogwarts was his castle and the other students, his worshipping people. The royal jester was his closest friend, Sirius Black. His unfortunate tutor was non other than Remus Lupin. His royal seamstress was Peter Pettigrew. Such a wonderful life these four lead until...Tom Riddle came. He killed the king and queen. Prince James was quite distraught for it meant that he would have to rule the country all on his own.His best friend Sirius Black was there to comfort him as well as the other two. Prince James was rather happy to have them by his side during this trouble. Unfortunately for the good prince his best friend Sirius Black left him to go back to his own castle. Dearest Prince James was at a loss. The lovely Princess Lily tried to make him feel better by showering him with love.
Alas, it was not to help the young prince get over his best friend's abandonment. His tutor, Remus Lupin, was not sure how to help the prince get through this trying time. He tried to keep him amused by telling him stories of past amusements. Alas, this would only make the young prince upset and make him miss his dearly beloved friend much more. Even Peter Pettigrew, his wonderfully fabulous seamstress, could not help him through this pain.
Finally Sirius Black came back to him but he was much changed. He hit Prince James and threatened to kill him. Prince James fought back, saying harsh things that he didn't mean. It was not until Sirius Black tried to strangle Prince James that he realized that he had gone astray. Finally, after much weeping, the two held onto each other and vowed that they should not do such stupid things to each other again. All was well...or was it? *Coughs* To be continued in the following edition.
I still don't have a following edition...