In this story I mentioned a very important event that happened yesterday. I shan\’t repeat it now. Instead, here you have the story! I could have shortened it by taking out the things that didn\’t pertain to the story but I thought you might be interested in seeing how I think when I\’m writing. So I left in my thinking.
Unmushing my Brain
As recorded by Elizabeth Von Fange
November 7th, 2006
Chapter One
It was a cold grey day in November. Exactly one week ago I\’d purchased a brand new Pink Gameboy advance. A short time before that(and afterwards) I\’d purchased other games. During the past week I\’d spent a considerable amount of time playing these games and also researching new games to buy. I also had a cold and all of these factors were rapidly turning my brain into mush.
\”Enough already!\” I said a few minutes before starting to write this. I wasn\’t going to get rid of my games, not by a long shot, or not purchase more, but I was going to to try to do something intellectual, something nonmushing to get my brain back to proper working order before promptly mushing it up again with the new games I planned on buying. And what was a I going to do? Well, I was going to write a book, or at least a story.
Cranking up Pirates of the Caribbean music up to a volume several notches above where I typically listened to it I began to formulate the plot for a story. And I didn\’t get to far before deciding to go ahead and write the rough draft which is what I\’m doing now. You see, I am Elizabeth Von Fange and I\’m going back in writing style to the days when I wrote stories without much preplanning, where I was an active commentator on the story and… Well, you shall see.
The main character of the book I\’m writing name is Polly. Polly also is the name of a little stuffed bear of whom I am very fond and who has been an almost constant companion since my early childhood. So it\’s probably about time she got a heroine named after her.
The real Polly is a small bear with greyish fur that used to be white dressed in what used to be bright red and white stripe but now dark red and grey stripe. She has a solemn expression and a nose that has often been pushed in and then back out again. Her eyes have a rather glassy stare.
So naturally it is only fitting that the book Poly should be a beautiful eighteen year old girl with sparkling blue eyes and curly golden hair, pretty complexion and a closet full of brand new frilly pastel colored dresses. Remarkable, she takes less time to describe than my bear!
So anyway, Polly, the book Polly, is the heroine of this story and Polly, my bear Polly, is currently sitting with my arm around her staring at the wall of my room while I type this story.
Now, it\’s quite obvious that if you have a heroine you must have a hero. I think it is a truth even more universally known than a single man in possession of a good fortune being in want of a wife. However, I haven\’t quite figured out who he is yet and since Polly, my bear Polly, in all of the years she has been around hasn\’t quite managed to have a love interest herself I have no precedent for the book Polly. Not that it would make much difference. So we\’ll get to the Hero later on in the story when he can make a dashing entrance and save the day or something like that.
I forgot to mention a very important fact about the book Polly, she likes to eat crackers. I think she likes to eat cheese too but I\’m not so sure. Anyway, she likes to eat crackers.
One day, as Polly was wandering around on the beach near the little fishing village she called home, she entered a small cove.
Inside the cove, in a little nook was a plate of crackers! At the moment really exciting and suspenseful music is playing on my computer but although you can\’t hear it perhaps you can imagine it is there for as Polly reached for the crackers Pop! went a gunny sack over her head and she was promptly kidnapped!
However, as the crackers were kidnapped along with her and in the same sack as she was, she was quite busy for a while and didn\’t worry, or even really notice, that she was being carried along and set down in a boat that was rowed off to a great ship which she taken on board of and placed inside a cabin with the door locked and the key to it carefully placed in a secret drawer of the ship\’s captain\’s desk. Polly just went on eating the crackers wholly unaware of all of this, which indeed makes em think that she must not have been fond of cheese.
When the crackers were gone Polly began crawling about trying to find some more and in doing so she found that the bottom of the sack was open and she crawled out. She finally noticed that she was no longer in the cove she had been in. Instead she was a small, but comfortably furnished (to someone whose standard of comfortable wasn\’t very high) room. Polly looked about it. There was a window that could not be opened easily, and Polly didn\’t try to open it. She looked out and saw that the shore line was fast disappearing and from that she began concluding that she was on a boat that was sailing away from the shore.
Some girls might have then wondered where the boat they were was going. Others might have wondered whether they would ever return to their home again. Still others would have wondered whether their dress had gotten dirty or damaged during their transport. And even further others might have wondered why they had been kidnapped and who had kidnapped them and for what reason. But Polly was somewhat unique. She just began wondering if there were any more crackers on board. Deciding that she would find out in due time and patience was a great virtue she merely sat down on the bed and began waiting to find out if there were any crackers on board. As she sat she began humming a pleasant little tune and smiling very prettily. But there was nobody there to see her or be charmed by it.
Chapter Two
Now, just in case you aren\’t wondering, like Polly, whether or not there are more crackers on board but possibly are wondering who kidnapped her and why I shall tell you. There are more crackers on board. Also, Polly was kidnapped by pirates! You see I\’m listening to Pirate music right now so it naturally follows that pirates should kidnap her… But why should the pirates kidnap her? Good question. When I have a satisfactory answer I\’ll be sure to tell you.
I thought that sounded funny so I wrote it but I actually do know the reason the pirates kidnapped Polly. You see the pirates were after a legendary treasure that was hidden on an island. However, the treasure\’s location is hidden to all mortals with the exception of beautiful eighteen year old girls named Polly. So naturally the Pirates, wanting the treasure, searched high and low until they found a beautiful eighteen year old girl named Polly and as soon as they found her they promptly began trying to lure her away and kidnap her.
This had taken longer than expected for at first they had tried to lure her with candy, but Poly didn\’t like candy as it made her ill when she ate it, so that didn\’t work. Next they tried perfume but Polly never used perfume so that didn\’t work either.
Then they found out that she liked crackers so they had baited their trap with crackers and after waiting only two days and three hours she had finally come and they had kidnapped her. And now the pirates were sailing rapidly away towards to the island where the treasure was.
January 17th, 2007
Since writing that last sentence much has happened. I\’ve made eight more story folders. I have not finished any of them. I also have purchased another game which I have been using almost solid for two weeks, ever since the day I got it, and I\’m in the midst of another cold. So once again, it is seriously time for to begin unmushing my brain which is thoroughly mushed indeed. Besides that, this story intrigues me:)
Once again my stuffed bear Polly, whom I picked up off the floor upon reading that she was inspiring the heroine of this story, is sitting next to me with my arm around her staring at the wall. I am staring at the ceiling, or sometimes at the chandelier which hangs from it. And my pirates of the Caribbean music music is playing. All is peaceful now, for the music is quiet on the romantic part of the movie.
And now… The pirate ship is sailing towards the island. On it is a band of pirates seeking after treasure, treasure that can only be found by a beautiful eighteen year old girl named Polly. Yes, I know, I already told you that, but that was quite some time ago for me (Well over a month) and I was reiterating while trying to figure out what to do next.
Neither Polly, book or bear, is being very helpful with ideas. The one, the book Polly, is just sitting down waiting for crackers and the other is just sitting on my bed staring at the wall. Neither of these are very inspiring attitudes if you know what I mean.
Therefore perhaps something exciting and inspiring, like a handsome hero, ought to emerge. Naturally I would not insult either Polly by making that Hero a Pirate. Nor would I degrade the hero\’s prowess by making him a prisoner on board the ship. So… That means they may not meet yet.
However, we can leave Polly, the book Polly, peacefully sitting thinking of crackers, while we change the scene to another ship. A ship called the Brown Bess. I haven\’t the slightest Idea why that name came to me, it just seemed to be the name of the ship. Anyway, on board the Brown Bess was a large cargo load of crackers. Also on board was the son of a merchant tradesman. This merchant specialized in crackers of all shapes, sizes, varieties and tastes. He had become very wealthy with his cracker empire. This of course, would make his son, who is handsome, intelligent, single, of good moral character etc, highly eligible and suitable for a young lady like Polly.
The weird thing is that I\’m the same age as Polly. the book Polly. but no dashing heroes have come around me. Really, I\’d even take a Hero who was walking slowly as opposed to dashing so long as he was walking with me. Actually, I\’d prefer a hero who walked slowly (most of the time, if he was trying to save my life or catch a train I was on I\’d probably prefer him to run but in general and ordinary cases there is much to be said for walking.).
Pardon the digression. I suppose the hero ought to have a name. I think it should be (We interrupt this writing with a small pause. Elizabeth is not thinking very rapidly, Even fixedly staring at Polly, the bear Polly\’s, face intently does not help with inspiration. Polly, the bear Polly, has a rather mournful look that does not inspire one to think of names for romantic heroes but rather to think sadly of the poor unfortunate Teddy bears in the world neglected by their owners once the grow older. And… I think I\’m going to cry… No, wait! Actually I\’m LAUGHING! Of all the absurdity! Well, this book may not be a work of literary accomplishment but I\’m sure enjoying it. It is quite absurd. Ah well, back to whatever it was I going back to…)
Ahem, never mind his name. At the moment I\’m inclined to name him Harry Jones and leave it at that but I think he ought to have a better name like Edmund York. Ah yes, that will be his name, Edmund York.
Going back to the Pirates, for that is the music that is playing now, definitely spooky pirate music, we shall now ascertain whether or not the pirates are under some fearful curse.
Personally, I don\’t think they are. Looking at them they look like… pirates. Horrible at descriptions I am. However, they aren\’t normal pirates. Or to rephrase that, they aren\’t real pirates. They aren\’t despicable, dank, disgusting, and other words that begin with D. Pretty much they are called pirates because of the soundtrack I\’m listening to. I don\’t like pirates, for they steal and so forth. So far all these pirates have done is banded together to find the treasure, one of them might have bought the ship, purchased a large amount of crackers from a trading post owned by Edmund York\’s father, and kidnapped Polly and sailed off for the island.
The charge of kidnaping Polly, while serious, may be lessoned by stating they have no intention of bothering her and merely want her to find the treasure for them whereupon they will bring her back home and giver her several crates of crackers and maybe even some of the treasure for her trouble. There she will be left quite unharmed while they sail away and enjoy their treasure at some exotic location where they can make investments in land and trade on the stock exchange and discuss the weather in slow, unhurried manner.
I\’m mentioning this so that my bear Polly will feel no anxiety whatsoever. I suppose that might make you, the reader, to feel no anxiety whatsoever which may make you to lose interest in the book. But before doing that this I will tell you. You, I, and Polly, the bear Polly, know that the book Polly is in no danger. However Polly, the book Polly, doesn\’t know that and more importantly the Hero, Edmund York, doesn\’t know that. In fact he doesn\’t even know that Polly, either Polly, exist. All he knows is that he had a very narrow escape from being called Harry Jones and is now known as Edmund York. And his ship is sailing along nicely under a brisk breeze and… Wait? What was the helmsman saying? Storm Brewing? Edmund York was about to ask the helmsman to repeat what he said but then he remembered an old rule about no one speaking to the man at the helm. He\’d found out about this intriguing rule when he read a nautical poem entitled \”The Hunting of the Snark: An Agony in Eight Fits\”. I didn\’t write it, that would Lewis Carol.
As dark clouds began to loom over, Edmund York decided that whatever the helmsman had said a storm was definitely coming.
Despite having read many books about adventures where characters are on board boats and storms come up and the great detail of the proper arranging, or deranging, of sails and other accouterments and such terms as reefing the sails, running before the storm, and other matters, I typically have skipped over those parts in the books due to the fact that very seldom while the heroes are running about adjusting the sails and debating whether the wind will blow them onto the rocks so that they will be smashed to smithereens, very seldom is there a beautiful girl on board who the hero is engaged in romantic conversation with while all of this is going on. Nor does he pause in his efforts of manning the pumps to tenderly think of her with a sigh. Therefore I skip hastily over those parts, not quite so hastily as I do over the factual history parts of books but still, I don\’t read them with the same interest as I would a proposal or even just a \”How do you do?\” spoken to a charming young lady.
This being said the storm arose. Preparations were made for the storm arising, for that was indeed what the man at the helm was talking about, and all was ready when the storm broke on them. All was ready but the storm which hadn\’t quite gotten itself into full fury yet. It only slight blew them off course in the first day of the storm. But then I started glaring at it and threatening that if it didn\’t do what it was supposed to do I\’d put raining in the story about the ants going into the granary and taking out a kernel of corn one by one, only adding, And the storm went on raining\” at the end of every sentence. That story really has no end, I think that after several months of hearing it the sultan eventually got tired of it. Again, didn\’t write it. But I could write one like it and put that storm in it if it doesn\’t behave itself!
On the second day, to avoid unpleasantness, the storm really began unleashing it\’s fury. It blew and the ship went right out of the course it was supposed to be on and began making straight for the island with the treasure on it.
Now, for the sake of the bear Polly who is wondering for the sake of the Book Polly, the storm was having no effect whatsoever on the pirate ship. The book Polly had experienced very smooth and pleasant sailing. Crackers, with cheese, had been served to her at frequent intervals and she spent the time in between the arrival of the crackers peacefully sitting and thinking of more crackers. Which shows that she is more correct and proper heroine than most of my heroines. That might sound strange to you. You see, most of my heroines, if the pirates had succeeded in capturing them in the first place, would by this time have taken over the ship. In fact one of my heroines could have reconstructed the ship into a parking garage for dragons by now. However, those heroines have a problem in that it is hard for a hero to come rescue them. Basically they never get into a situation that they need to be rescued from. And if they were in a situation they had to be rescued from it would take one super duper whopper of a hero to succeed where they had failed.
But a girl who sits around thinking of crackers all day, when she isn\’t eating them or sleeping and dreaming about them, is such that a it takes only mild peril for her to need to be rescued. And therefore… Well, I think it\’s time fore the next chapter.
Chapter Three
With unequal rapidity two ships are in a trajectory path towards one point, namely an island where a lot of treasure is buried on it. Though there is a problem with that last sentence, you see points don\’t really exist, or they are so tiny that they can\’t be measured, felt, or noted. Indeed, to see a point would be an accomplishment so vast that it is nearly unfathomable to think of it. Especially in this book.
Still, the storm blown Brown Bess with Edmund York, and a whole cargo load of crackers, is headed in the direction of the =island. The pirate ship, which has Polly, the book Polly, on board and a store room that is almost out of crackers, is heading at a far more leisurely pace towards the island as it is not being blown by a storm with the fear of being placed in a story with an endless stream of ants stealing corn.
At this point the bear Polly politely informed me that she hasn\’t been mentioned in a while. I am now informing her that I just did mention her. She is now informing me that she doesn\’t think it much of a mention. I am now informing her that she has been mentioned and… Oh never mind the remark I was going to make. It was something about a request to be silent and let me continue.
The pirates, or to rephrase that, the Pirate Captain was debating at what point to tell the book Polly about the treasure that she was supposed to find.
I was debating whether or not to go to sleep since I\’m tired and I\’ve already written more than I wrote the last time I wrote on this story.
All things considered… The captain decided to… I mean I decided to save and go to sleep and hopefully continued this delightful escapade later.
I wasn\’t sleepy so after a few minutes break I\’m continuing.
The Brown Bess, storm tossed and weary, if ships are weary, pulled into harbor as the storm abated and went off, pleased to know that it had escaped a dire fate and had done it\’s duty in the story.
Deciding that refilling the water casks or hunting game or some other excuse ought to be forthcoming to go onto the island our Hero Edmund York landed with the crew.
About he same time, at another place on the island, the pIrates landed, with Polly, the book Polly. The bear Polly is still in my room with me. I suppose it would be odd if those situations changed but it could happen.
Anyway, it being pleasant day, surprisingly sunny and pleasant for apparently it hadn\’t rained on the island, Edmund York decided to go for a walk. He set off while the crew were attending to business. I know it is customary for some sort of business to be attended to while putting in on an island but I really didn\’t read that part of the books long to gather more than something about filling the water casks and the general idea of work being down.
As Polly, the bear Polly, doesn\’t not wish you to think ill of the hero for walking off and leaving work behind him she would like to point out that he asked first and as he was much better at sword fighting, bold deeds, opening cracker boxes etc. than filling water casks and whatever else the sailors were doing the Captain, or whomever, told him thanks but they could managed and why don\’t you take walk and keep a look out for pirates?
So Edmund York went for a walk while keeping a looking out for pirates. Despite that he was looking for pirates he wasn\’t expecting to find them and so he was very surprised on, when pushing aside a branch, he looked down and saw that on the beach below him, he was up on a hill with a steep slope down to the beach, there were pirates. Some were still in the process of getting out of their long boats. A group of them were already on the beach gathered around their Captain talking.
At first glance Edmund York was able to quickly surmise that they were pirates. A second look informed him that their captain had the most beautiful girl he had ever seen by the arm. Naturally his third look was for her.
Being a man of action he decided to do something. While inwardly wishing that I had given something more interesting to say he leapt down the hill with a cry of \”Geronamo!\” unsheathing his sword as he ran.
Being of excellent balance and muscular coordination he did not trip but made an excellent entrance. \”Unhand that girl!\” he said with a menacing motion of his sword. He said it quite impressively. The pirate captain, quite forgetting that he had a large company of pirates under his command instantly let go of Polly\’s arm, which he had only taken to help her over a rough spot on the beach, and took a step back. Polly, who had been thinking of crackers looked up and saw the hero. He was quite handsome. In fact he was so handsome that she stopped thinking about crackers long enough to give him a smile. It is a general rule rule that persons look much more attractive when smiling. Polly was beautiful enough even when she was just thinking of crackers with a far off look about her but when she smiled she was truly dazzling.
This was not lost on Edmund York who had noticed it and was busy noticing it. What was lost on him was that he was standing with a sword unsheathed in the company of at least forty pirates, all armed (indeed, nearly all had two arms), who, though they had recoiled at first, were beginning now to collect themselves.
Personally, I don\’t know why they wanted to collect themselves. Not that I don\’t like collections, quit the contrary. I myself collect dolls, swords, fabrics, prom dresses, wedding gowns, coins, computer games, trading cards… and the list goes on and on. But who would want to collect pirates? Anyway…
The captain was the next to speak. He saw at once that Polly was not interested in looking for treasure just then and he knew that she was the only one who could find the buried treasure on the island. He wasn\’t quite sure what to do. He assumed that the hero probably wouldn\’t have jumped down the hill if he thought that in a pitched battle between himself and the pirates over Polly he would lose. However with another look at Polly the Pirate Captain began thinking that perhaps the hero wouldn\’t have enough retention of his senses to carefully calculate the odds of victory in a pitched battle with pirates.
However, before the Captain had time to finish figuring out what to do something happened. I\’m not sure what, but I\’m sure that something will happen. However, I just let out an enormous yawn and as it is fifteen minutes past the time when Cinderella hastily left the ballroom and left behind her her glass slipper so to put it bluntly, I think I am getting tired. Perhaps as I close my computer and settle down I will have another point of inspiration and return to write it, but I may not. Anyway, I\’m quite pleased that I have written today. It was most unmushing.
January 18th, 2007
What happened was a swarm of pink flamingoes flew over head and one of their number dropped down a key. It fell in front of Polly, the book Polly, and she actually looked down and picked it up.
Squawking and making other noises and wondering whether if in real life they could actually fly the flamingoes flew off in the distance and settled in a quiet lagoon where they discussed their performance with mutual satisfaction in it.
Polly looked at the key. On it in large letters was the name POLLY. \”That\’s my name!\” she said pleasantly.
Edmund York, somewhat confused, said, \”\”Geronamo?\”
\”No, that would be silly!\” the book Polly said. My bear Polly wanted me to put in that being silly does not mean that it couldn\’t happen in a story like this. But to get back to the story, Polly who hadn\’t finished what she was saying, said, \”My name is Polly.\” and she smiled. I have already mentioned the effect of Polly\’s smile on Edmund York.
The captain, being an unromantic character able to ignore the smiles of beautiful girls, was able to look at the key.
\”It must be the key to the treasure!\” he said excitedly.
\”What treasure?\” Polly asked. treasure sounded interesting. She remembered her father once describing the trading post in their area as a treasure trove of crackers and thus the word treasure brought back interesting and pleasant memories.
\”The treasure I\’ve been trying to tell you about!\” The PIrate Captain said, glad to have finally got her attention for he had been trying hard for the last three hours to tell Polly about the treasure and so far had only gotten words such as \”I love crackers\” and variations on that in reply.
\”On this island is treasure enough to make us all rich and it\’s said that only an eighteen year old girl named Polly can find it. So I\’d really appreciate it if you\’d go start looking for it.
Edmund Smith had been silent all this time. Edmund York however, indignant at my forgetting that his name was York and not Smith was about to inform me that I ought to be bale to remember his name being that I gave it to him in the first place and not get him mixed up with others when something happened. Polly, the book Polly, turned to him and said, \”Will you help me find the treasure?\” And she smiled.
At that moment it would not have mattered to Edmund York if his name was Zeb Smith or Charles Jones, or Zack Boring, he was so enraptured by the beautiful Polly (which means it has to be the book Polly, sorry bear Polly but you aren\’t dazzling (bear Polly says that\’s all right)) and Edmund York eagerly offered his services to help her look for the treasure.
Polly smiled again. \”Now where should I look first.\” she said to herself looking around.
Chapter Four
The beach was white from side to side and seemed much to full of sand. \”That\’s it!\” Polly, the book Polly said, \”We must start by looking for seven mops!\” For Polly you see was also an avid reader of Lewis Carol. Sometimes it helped keep her mind of crackers when there were no crackers to be had.
The Pirate captain ordinarily would have gone \”What?\” at this but as it had been said that only a beautiful eighteen year old girl named Polly could find the treasure he was ready to take an suggestion that might come to hand.
\”There\’s a broom back on board the ship.\” mentioned a one of the pirate crewman. He was informed to be quiet by those standing near him. Another, one of the older and wiser of the pirates, began by stating, \”Don\’t you know the difference between a mop and a broom?\” and probably would have explained the difference to him right then and there but he wasn\’t allowed to.
Polly, the book Polly, had started moving on. Naturally the place to look for mops is in a broom closet and while that actually sound rather funny I think it\’s fairly so.
Not seeing a broom closet didn\’t stop her, she began heading towards a small opening in the rocky hill a bit to the left of the point that Edmund York had come running down. There was a crevice there which looked more to her like a broom closet than anything else she could see.
Upon reaching it she reached inside and pulled out a mop.
I think that surprised them. It also may show you, in case you haven\’t noticed before, that anything might happen this book. Anything except…
Oh bother! I\’ve got a back ache this morning! (it is morning) I think I shall take a break for a little while before returning to find out what was written on the the note attached to the handle of the mop.
January 19th, 2007
On the note was written \”Do not stand on wheeled chairs. Heed the voice of experience.\”
\”What does that mean?\” Polly, the book Polly said, quite puzzled.
\”Yes, what does it mean?\” Polly, the bear Polly asked.
\”WHERE WERE YOU LAST NIGHT?\” I inquired of the bear Polly.
\”At what time last night? I see to remember being on the floor and hearing a loud noise but then you picked me up again.\”
\”Well the loud noise you heard was me standing on a wheeled chair and falling down and hurting my arm pretty bad.\”
\”That\’s why you\’ve been crying and moaning so much today and last night?\” the bear Polly sympathetically inquired.
\”Yes.\” I replied.
\”Does it hurt to type?\” the bear Polly inquired.
\”A bit.\” I said, \”But I wanted to document the tragedy so I\’m typing anyway.\”
Meanwhile, despite pains in the arm occurring to their authoress the pirates, Polly, and Edmund York were puzzling over the note.
\”Does it say anything on the other side.\” Edmund York asked, just in case there was a clue to be found their.
Polly, the book Polly, turned the note over. \”Yes, it says \”Never mind the seven mops, if a true clue you seek, try the fox.\”\”
All stood and digested that bit of information.
\”Thought of where to go next?\” the pirate Captain asked Polly.
\”No, not at all.\” she replied with a smile. \”I\’m so hungry.\”
\”We\’ve just got one box of crackers left, how about getting a bit further on with the treasure hunt before we open it?\” the Pirate Captain said, hoping this would stir Polly to further exertions.
\”Well alright.\” Polly said quietly. then, turning her mind to the note. \”Fox spelled backwards is Xof which has the letter \”x\” in it therefore I think we ought to next look for a xylophone and play a tune on it with the mop.\” Polly moved on. Inwardly, Edmund York was wondering how it was that Polly thought of these things. I didn\’t know either.
Up the beach they went, in quest for a xylophone. And soon, about twenty minutes later, they came across a band stand. There there was a xylophone amongst other instruments. Polly investigated it, banged it with the mop repeatedly trying to get some sort of tune to come out of it and after a careful investigation said she that she didn\’t see a note. There was great disappointment amongst the onlookers.
\”But there\’s a note on that fox horn.\” one of the pirates pointed out. Polly investigated and there was indeed a note on the fox horn. It read \”This Hunt is silly, so we shall have done, Look for the treasure under the one\” And that was the end of the note. There was no period after the \”one\” and thus the other suspected that a word had been left out.
\”Of course.\” the wise old PIrate said, \”because whatever word it was didn\’t rhyme with \”done\”. Poetry must rhyme after all you know.\”
\”Not always.\” said the pirate Captain, who at one time in his life had been vastly interested in poetry and had tried to write some. It had decidedly not rhymed, though some words had actually come close to it, but he firmly believed none the less that what he had written was poetry. I shall not put a sample of his poetry here, even if it does take up space. For this is not a story about taking up space. This is a story about getting me into a writing mood and unmushing my brain. And at the moment it is also about experimenting with how my typing does when one of my arms is very unhappy and is hurting me.
Polly, the book Polly, meanwhile had been carefully thinking about the clue while Polly, the bear Polly, was reminding me that she had somehow become stuffed behind a Pillow during my recent change in position and was suffocating. After rescuing the one Polly and putting her back where she could breath again it was time to find out what the other Polly had thought of.
\”To begin with,\” said the book Polly, \”the treasure is obviously not under a tree, for there are more than one trees on the island.\”
\”Yes, Yes.\” said the Pirate captain eagerly. That this step was the treasure finding step had greatly excited him.
\”Only one…\” Polly mused looking around. There were more than one stones, more than one just about everything. Then she thought of something. \”Where did you say that last box of crackers was?\” Polly asked.
The pirate captain\’s face fell. So close to the treasure and all she could think of was crackers! \”Over there on the beach.\” he said.
\”Let\’s go back. to it.\” said Polly. They went back to it. Edmund York, being experienced in the art of opening cracker boxes lifted it up from the sand and opened it for her. As he picked it up Polly made a little mark with her foot on the sand where it had been resting, \”That\’s where you ought to dig for the treasure.\” Polly said smiling sweetly. She then proceed to sit under a tree and eat crackers while the Pirates began digging in the sand, looking for the treasure.
Polly was about halfway through the box of crackers and Edmund York, who had seated himself beside her, was about halfway through some story of daring adventure he\’d gone through when the pirates, who were all digging around the spot like mad, finally hit something. On pulling it out they found that they had what looked like a treasure chest! They tried opening it but the chest was locked. The pirate captain, remember the key that the pink flamingoes had dropped quickly asked Polly for it.
Being curious about the treasure herself Polly got up and unlocked the treasure chest, for that was indeed what it was. However as she looked in the chest her face fell, she looked quite sad and said with a disappointed sigh, \”There are no crackers in it.\”
The pirates looked in and their facial expressions changed, but it was to great joy and pleasure for the box contained gold, jewels, and other treasure of great value.
Edmund York, who had gathered by now that Polly really liked crackers began explaining to her that his ship had a whole cargo loud full of crackers. Polly brightened up. \”Could we go there?\” She asked.
\”Yes,\” Edmund York said, \”I\’d be happy to take you home on it. So the two of them left leaving the pirates with the treasure chest for Polly was more interested in crackers and Edmund York was more interested in Polly than then they were in the treasure.
Chapter Five
So it was that the Pirates got their treasure. After a great deal of discussing and tests to make sure that their boats wouldn\’t sink under the weight of the treasure they finally got it to there ship where they went off and retired from from the pirate business and invested their money in land and the stock exchange and became reformed characters, discussing the weather quietly together with never a regret that they had left the sea.
As for Edmund York and Polly, well, as you might have guessed he managed to divert Polly\’s attention from crackers long enough for him to propose. She accepted. So they got married and lived happily ever after.
\”This is certainly going to be a very short chapter.\” the bear Polly mentioned.
\”That\’s one thing about falling and hurting one\’s left arm.\” I said, \”It shortens things considerably\”
\”Oh.\” the bear Polly said.
There was a long silence. \”Is this the end?\” the bear Polly said.
\”I think so.\” I said.
And they all lived happily ever after, once Elizabeth\’s arm stopped hurting that is.
THE END
P.S. My brain isn\’t feeling very mushy right now. Which is nice:) However my arm…. OUCH! Ah well, At least I wrote something! I really like this little story:)
Incidentally, DANIEL, if you read this story I\’d like to know what you think of it.
And to all of my readers out there, DON\’T STAND ON CHAIRS WITH WHEELS! It can hurt! Also, it can be most disastrous to items in the area that the fall occurs in. Just so you know.
