Post by Uber Loodle on May 11, 2008 12:47:19 GMT -5
The Cube and the Root
By the future New York Best Seller: The Lauren
One day in a land far, far away in a world called Newdernland, there lived a sugar cube. Said sugar cube loved adventure, but in a land full of sugar cubes just like oneself, oneself doesn’t get much adventure. So one day, the little sugar cube decided to go on an adventure to see new things and explore the world of Newdernland. The little sugar cube told his friends he was going on an escapade and he bounced away from his home in Sugarville, Newdernland. Yes, sugar cubes bounce. That’s how they get around. But you probably already knew that.
The tiny sugar cube bounded through the countryside as his journey continued on. Around noon, the little sugar cube became overcome with hunger and decided to find a place to stop for lunch. Nobody really quite knows what sugar cubes eat, but they must eat something, so stopping for lunch seemed like a good idea. The little sugar cube came to the edge of a dark forest, and although the little buddy was scared, he decided to move onward in efforts of finding something to eat. As the cube bounced deeper and deeper into the forest, he heard thunder in the distance, but of course, there is no weather in Sugarville, so the poor little sugar cube had no idea what this big boom was. When the boom was gone, the cube journeyed farther into the forest. As he bounced past a giant tree, he heard a sigh of sorrow, and it seemed to be coming from the ground. The little sugar cube poked the tree and as he retreated his mini fingers to go in for a second poke when one of the tree roots snarled at the poor little guy, sending the sugar cube into a fit of screaming panic. The tree root glared at the frightened little sugar cube and said,
“What’s wrong with you?” The little sugar cube stopped hyperventilating momentarily and contemplated the question.
“You scared the living daylights out of me! And I’m hearing loud booms and, and, and…” the little cube stuttered “I’m too far from home to make it by sundown!”
Just then, the thunder rumbled again and the little sugar cube let out a small whimper.
“That? That’s just thunder you pathetic little salt block.” The sugar cube stared wide-eyed at the tree root. Being called a salt block was the worst insult possible for a sugar cube! Out of nowhere, large droplets of water began falling from the sky, slowly at first, but quickening in pace as the second passed. One droplet hit the poor sugar cube and the poor sugar cube burst out into another fit of panic.
“It’s just water. You’re…” The calm tree root began to say, but before finishing his though, the little sugar cube screamed, “I’M MELTING!” and began to run around in circles like a dog chasing its tail. Another drop hit the fearful cube and melted off another corner of his cube-ness.
The tree root could see the panic of the little sugar cube and sympathized with the little guy, after all, he had come all this way, and even the tree root knew the cube was too young to die such a tragic death. The tree root truly felt sorry for the poor little sugar cube. This inspired the tree root to dig a hole next to him.
“Quick, bury yourself in this hole and the rain won’t get to you!”
The sugar cube did as told and leaped into the hole. A few hours later, the rain ceased and the tree root told the cube that it was safe to come out. The sugar cube peeked his head out of the hole, and said the tree root, “Thank you. You save my little life!” The tree root’s dark brown flushed a light shade of tan as he responded, “I didn’t do anything. That hole was there.” The sugar cube was confused and as he went to say that he would’ve noticed the hole, the tree cut him off and said, “Go home kid. You’re friends must be worried about you.”
So the little sugar cube bounced his way back home to tell all his friends about the brave tree root and a few days later, the whole colony of sugar cubes went to thank the tree root, and after that, the tree root and the sugar cube were best friends happily ever after.
By the future New York Best Seller: The Lauren
One day in a land far, far away in a world called Newdernland, there lived a sugar cube. Said sugar cube loved adventure, but in a land full of sugar cubes just like oneself, oneself doesn’t get much adventure. So one day, the little sugar cube decided to go on an adventure to see new things and explore the world of Newdernland. The little sugar cube told his friends he was going on an escapade and he bounced away from his home in Sugarville, Newdernland. Yes, sugar cubes bounce. That’s how they get around. But you probably already knew that.
The tiny sugar cube bounded through the countryside as his journey continued on. Around noon, the little sugar cube became overcome with hunger and decided to find a place to stop for lunch. Nobody really quite knows what sugar cubes eat, but they must eat something, so stopping for lunch seemed like a good idea. The little sugar cube came to the edge of a dark forest, and although the little buddy was scared, he decided to move onward in efforts of finding something to eat. As the cube bounced deeper and deeper into the forest, he heard thunder in the distance, but of course, there is no weather in Sugarville, so the poor little sugar cube had no idea what this big boom was. When the boom was gone, the cube journeyed farther into the forest. As he bounced past a giant tree, he heard a sigh of sorrow, and it seemed to be coming from the ground. The little sugar cube poked the tree and as he retreated his mini fingers to go in for a second poke when one of the tree roots snarled at the poor little guy, sending the sugar cube into a fit of screaming panic. The tree root glared at the frightened little sugar cube and said,
“What’s wrong with you?” The little sugar cube stopped hyperventilating momentarily and contemplated the question.
“You scared the living daylights out of me! And I’m hearing loud booms and, and, and…” the little cube stuttered “I’m too far from home to make it by sundown!”
Just then, the thunder rumbled again and the little sugar cube let out a small whimper.
“That? That’s just thunder you pathetic little salt block.” The sugar cube stared wide-eyed at the tree root. Being called a salt block was the worst insult possible for a sugar cube! Out of nowhere, large droplets of water began falling from the sky, slowly at first, but quickening in pace as the second passed. One droplet hit the poor sugar cube and the poor sugar cube burst out into another fit of panic.
“It’s just water. You’re…” The calm tree root began to say, but before finishing his though, the little sugar cube screamed, “I’M MELTING!” and began to run around in circles like a dog chasing its tail. Another drop hit the fearful cube and melted off another corner of his cube-ness.
The tree root could see the panic of the little sugar cube and sympathized with the little guy, after all, he had come all this way, and even the tree root knew the cube was too young to die such a tragic death. The tree root truly felt sorry for the poor little sugar cube. This inspired the tree root to dig a hole next to him.
“Quick, bury yourself in this hole and the rain won’t get to you!”
The sugar cube did as told and leaped into the hole. A few hours later, the rain ceased and the tree root told the cube that it was safe to come out. The sugar cube peeked his head out of the hole, and said the tree root, “Thank you. You save my little life!” The tree root’s dark brown flushed a light shade of tan as he responded, “I didn’t do anything. That hole was there.” The sugar cube was confused and as he went to say that he would’ve noticed the hole, the tree cut him off and said, “Go home kid. You’re friends must be worried about you.”
So the little sugar cube bounced his way back home to tell all his friends about the brave tree root and a few days later, the whole colony of sugar cubes went to thank the tree root, and after that, the tree root and the sugar cube were best friends happily ever after.
