Saturday, January 31, 2009

Well, duh!

Well, duh!!! You think I would just leave you hanging there after such a depressing ending of the post? NO WAY! I'm just as worried as you! I don't know what's going to happen, I just make it up as I go along! Well, let's continue...

Lieutenant John Ficher knew he was in trouble. With a broken leg, he knew he couldn't last long out here. Then, he felt a breeze. It was small at first, but then got stronger. He knew how he was going to get back to Brent Island.

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( I hart ***!!!!)

Lieutenant Jake O'Conner had been blessed with a major responsibility. He now had to control the entire platoon. He then found out about the german platoon attacking the island. Even though he was a great soldier, him and his men were caught unawares and unprepared. Eventually, O'Conner had 12 men left and one jeep, and were barley sticking it out; they were shooting through the barracks windows and were using the cots as cover. Things looked grim. Then, something unbelievable happened. John Ficher stumbled through a secret entrance, and collapsed on a cot. His leg was half off.
Jake O'Conner walked up to him and said, "Lieutenant, what are your orders?" John wasted no time. He laid out a complicated strategy, but it would work. Soon, they had conquered the enemy. As the Germans were being driven off to the POW camp, Jake said, "It's good to have you back, Lieutenant."

Nextest story post

WELL, after 2 posts without the story, it's finally back. Yay! So, let's get started...

Brent was sad :(. He had just lost his favorite army man. But it was getting late, and he couldn't look for him now, it was too dark. So he talked to his men and told them the bad news, and then appointed Sergeant O'Conner as the temporary lieutenant. Then he went home for the night and went to sleep.
He woke up at around six, as the sun was just rising. He ran out and went to Brent island, and then jogged down the river. He searched and searched, but his beloved army man was nowhere to be found. He ran down the stream, past the little waterfall, and all the way to the end of the lake when he finally gave up. He slowly jogged back up to Brent Island, built a small memorial plaque, and then held a remembrance ceremony with his men, then made Sergeant O'Conner permanent lieutenant. There was nothing more for him to do. He slowly walked home, had dinner, and went to sleep.

Thursday, January 1, 2009

Holiday Special

Today we're going to have a holiday special!! YAY! So, here's how it will go...

A long time ago, in a Mouse-Hole far,far, away...

Twas the night before Christmas,
And all through the house,
Not a creature was stirring,
Except for a mouse.

Quietly pondering,
Sat the mouse Fred, 
Without visions of sugarplums dancing through his head.

For he could not sleep,
He knew it was true,
Because he wanted to see the big fat man
All dressed in red, not blue
Come down the chimney and deliver the presents,
It was all part of his plan.

For in secret, Fred the mouse
Was going to kidnap Santa
And make him miss every house.

He knew that a hefty ransom would be paid
And lots of money 
Would be made
For the people couldn't live
Without their precious Kris Kringle
And never again would they hear a jingle.

He did so, and got shot in the chest
But still he managed to take out quite a few of his police guests
And finally got to have a good rest.

The moral of the story: Don't try to kidnap Santa. 

Merry Christmas!