In the heat of the summer it’s foolish not to spend hours in the pool. Jumping in, I swam underwater to the other side, came up for a breath of air, raised my head and swiped the water from my eyes. I couldn’t believe what I saw, the strangest image imaginable. My cat Twinkle was swimming with me. This was nothing like yesterday’s swim … this was weird.
The heat from the blazing sun had weakened which made a grand time for a horseback ride. As I trotted to the barn I spotted the most peculiar sight. Twinkle had saddled the pony and was riding him around the barn. The next thing I knew, he was milking the cows. Wait! We don’t have cows. I don’t know where they came from, but he liked them and they were at our barn.
Odd things are happening around here. Twinkle can swim, ride a pony and milk cows. His appearance has also started to change. He was an orange cat with bright gold eyes, but now he has blue and white stripes. Remarkably, he can talk. Abnormal and extremely unusual for a cat, wouldn’t you say?
This is no ordinary story. Nor is it an ordinary cat story. Simply, it’s about my crazy cat, Twinkle. Twinkle is sleeping with the dogs, eating my snacks, and worst of all he has taken over my video games! Strange, I know. I will challenge him to a duel and fight for my video games. No cat of mine can beat me. I am the king of Rock Band. No way can a cat battle like that! We played till my hands cramped and my eyes glazed over. Wacky, I must say. Oh that cat … he won. Bewildered, I walked away. Puzzled, I sat alone missing the old Twinkle, hoping that my old fluffy cat returns soon.
Once upon a time, which was yesterday, a gigantic talking pancake appeared on the outskirts of town. Syrup began to fall from the sky. Crashing down on the houses and huts, the syrup oozed. Flowing like lava from a volcano it crept into every corner and covered every street and sidewalk. Making it almost impossible to run or even walk. This pancake named Cody was freaking me out. He summoned me, convincing me to climb up on top of him to escape from the sticky, icky syrup. I slowly approached Cody the pancake and he was very weird. Cody mumbled something to me but I couldn’t understand him, I couldn’t hear him. Frustrated with walking through the thick syrup, I looked up and noticed a massive glass of milk and an extremely large fork. It was unbelievable. Suddenly I teleported to a village that was made of waffles, they too were weird. The waffles wanted to eat me but I am supposed to eat them. Out of the corner of my eye I saw the gigantic fork coming right towards me. I slid and scooted away like butter. Like butter? I’m butter? I learned a great lesson that day. I shouldn’t make fun of pancakes and waffles at dinner time or they will eat me.
Exhale, inhale … repeat. Blinking, focusing, closing eyes, blinking harder … repeat. Extending arms forward, staring, opening, shutting, feeling, touching … repeat. Floating weightless, as something drifts past. Confused, I’m swimming … I need air! Spinning around, what’s up what’s down? Wait. Halt. I’m breathing? Puzzled, I move, I swim. I follow schools of blue tropical fish, meander to bright coral reefs, and shoot towards brilliant arched caves. Feeling fantastic serenity while drifting, floating, I exhale, inhale, swimming, feeling and seeing the ocean blue. Hearing mom, I swim tracking her voice. Rounding the corner of a large piece of coral, eyes popping wide, stopping swiftly, pushing myself backwards into reverse. Holy sea weed! My mother … a large octopus?
Tick tick tick … ticking, clinking sounding all around me. Stop! Relentlessly, they clink, tick, dong and ding. Tick, tick, tick ringing through my gears. I am Timmy Time and I can’t seem to tell the time, so I always run a little late. Annoyed, I asked Father Time to help. He said I was born to tell time and if I couldn’t I must be damaged. Crushed, I sat there with my hands out of place. My ticking sounds were not in rhythm and one by one I watched as people passed. Tick, tick, tick … slowly time went by. A boy appeared. He begged and pleaded for me to come home with him. I believe my luck is changing. What do I see? A tool or two heading my way, a tickle, a poke, I clank and creak. Wait! Tick, tick, tick, I am no longer late … I am on time! Buzz, Buzz, Roar, Growl, Hummmmm. What is that sound? Louder and louder it rings. Turn it off, turn it off please. Wake up it screams!
Oh, what a night! Was it all a dream? Tink, drip, clink the rain is coming down hard outside. Twinkle is all wet and asleep on my bed. As I look at the clock, I’m late! Not enough time. I hurry, rushing out the door, dropping things left and right. I need at least eight arms to get to the pancake breakfast on time.
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