
As part of my Free Fiction Friday series, here's a cute story I wrote when I was ten. My fifth grade teacher liked it so much, she showed it to our school principal. That was a great moment!
The Moveby Meg NorthGeorge and Mr. Wacko were two small elves. They had heads of long soft hair and small bodies. George’s hair was red and curly and Mr. Wacko’s hair was straight and white.
George and Mr. Wacko lived in a small hole underneath an enormous oak tree. They had been living there for a very long time. Both of them were getting pretty tired of living in the same place almost all their lives. They wanted to move out of the country and go live in New York City.
It was in late May, a perfect time to move. It was either now or next year. George strolled over to where Mr. Wacko was seated on the floor munching an acorn.
“Mr. Wacko,” he began calmly, “its time for us to move.”
“I’m getting a little tired of this hole, anyway. All right, we’ll move as soon as possible.”
So George set off that night in search of something to travel in. He returned three hours later with an enormous helium balloon and a wicker basket.
Mr. Wacko found some string and lashed the two objects together. He then tied it firmly to the ground so it wouldn’t cause problems.
“George!” Mr. Wacko called. “We need another balloon and basket!”
George went out that night to find them. He came back with another balloon and a basket, exactly like the ones before. Mr. Wacko tied them together, so that the miniature hot air balloons were identical.
There wasn’t much furniture in the hole, except a pile of acorns, two small beds, and a hole dug in the ground with water in it.
Mr. Wacko dug some clay from the ground and shaped it into a cup shape. Then he carried it up a little stairway and set it out to dry in the sun.
When it was completely dry, he lugged it back downstairs and filled it to the brim with clear sparkling water. With George’s help, he put it into the first hot air balloon with mud around it to hold it steady. When the mud turned hard, Mr. Wacko put acorns around the cup. In the second basket, he put the two beds and the rest of the acorns. Finally, he added a sign that said ‘Home Sweet Home.’
George came over to help Mr. Wacko carry both balloons outdoors. In about ten minutes, the two balloons were resting on the grass, under the stars.
Mr. Wacko then taught George how to steer the balloon, a not-too-difficult task.
They climbed into the balloons, and leaning over the edge, George and Mr. Wacko bit the string with their sharp teeth. Immediately, the two aircraft shot straight up in the air, but Mr. Wacko was calm, so they weren’t worried.
Mr. Wacko checked his compass and called to George, “Follow me!”
And so they flew, on and on. When dawn came they had left the country and were now in the suburbs.
“We’re landing!” Mr. Wacko called to George. He steered towards the left and expertly landed the balloon on one of the branches of a monstrous oak tree. He then threw a small rock over the side and climbed out, while George did the exact same thing.
“Look!” cried George. “There’s a hole in the tree!”
“What a coincidence,” Mr. Wacko murmured.
“We can camp there today, and get a fresh start this evening,” George explained.
“That’s a good idea,” agreed Mr. Wacko.
So, he helped his best friend carry the water and the two beds into the hole, and then brought in the balloons, so they wouldn’t be seen.
“I’m tired,” George yawned.
“Me, too,” Mr. Wacko said.
So both of them crawled into their beds and were soon lost in sleep.
* * *When George woke around 8:00 the next evening, Mr. Wacko was still snoring away. While he slept, George ate his breakfast of an acorn and placed his bed back into the second balloon.
Ten minutes later, Mr. Wacko roused himself and put his bed alongside George’s. He gobbled up his acorn and George helped him carry out the hot air balloons. They climbed in, bit the string and were on their way again.
It took them the rest of the night to reach New York City, but when they saw the skyscrapers, they knew the long trip was worth it.
They circled around Manhattan and saw Central Park, but it had no oak trees. They circled once more, and then George’s sharp eyes spied a scrawny oak tree growing next to a large office building. The two creatures slowly let the air out of the two balloons as they descended down to the tree. In a few minutes they had come to rest on one of the higher branches.
Mr. Wacko decided to save the deflated balloons, so he put them into the first basket. George scouted the whole tree and he announced to Mr. Wacko later that morning he had spied a hole near the very top. He also explained that he had explored it and seen a roomy home, smaller than their previous one, but comfortable.
Mr. Wacko went with George back to the new hole and thought it a very nice place to live in. So he and George pulled the two baskets up to the hole and put them inside. It was nearly nine in the morning when they finally finished fixing up their new place. It was a miracle they weren’t seen by humans, because they were as thick as flies around the streets.
George and Mr. Wacko lived a comfortable life for the rest of the summer, but something happened towards the end of August that made them change their minds about some things.
Now they were running low on acorns, so George had been going out for hours every night to try and find some other food for them. One night, however, he found something more than food.
He was exploring the garbage cans in an old alley when he heard a high-pitched mew. Having never heard nor seen a cat before, he couldn’t tell what it was.
But he could tell where it was coming from, so he followed the sound, wandering all over the alley in his search. He finally squeezed behind the garbage cans, turned a corner, and saw a large cardboard box. He rushed over and peered in, very curious. And there, in the farthest corner was a little orange kitten mewing with all his might. He stopped, however, when he saw George.
“Oh hi,” the kitten said, a little fearful. “My name is Sammy and I was wondering if you knew a place where I can get some fish, ‘cause my mom’s been gone for hours and I’m starved.”
“Why, yes, as a matter of fact, I do know where you could get a bite of fish. But I have to get it for you,” George replied.
“Oh boy!” Sammy exclaimed. “If you’ll do that for me, I’ll be very grateful.”
And so, George soon found himself at a nearby fish market about a block away. Getting a can of tuna fish at eleven at night was a little risky, but he returned triumphantly. After opening it with his teeth, he watched in fascination as Sammy gobbled it up.
“That was excellent,” Sammy said, cleaning his whiskers. “Thank you ever so much.”
“No problem. Say, do you want to come with me?” George asked. “I’m sure my friend Mr. Wacko won’t mind. By the way, my name’s George.”
“Oh, I’ll come with you,” Sammy answered.
“Okay, then. Follow me and try not to let the humans see you,” said George, as he took off down the alley.
He led Sammy through the winding streets until they arrived at the oak tree about an hour later. George was amazed when Sammy expertly climbed the tree and was relieved to find the doorway was a perfect size for the kitten.
After George introduced his two friends, they took their seats and began to discuss their situation. Mr. Wacko pointed out that they were running out of food, so he wanted to move back to the country. George agreed to this and said that they could make a wagon out of the baskets and harness Sammy to it. The kitten didn’t object to this idea; actually he seemed to like it.
George went out into the city the next night and returned with two large fish for the journey, which would be Sammy’s. Luckily, there were just enough acorns left in the house to return to the country, so it worked out okay.
Mr. Wacko found more string and tied the two baskets together, one on top of the other. Then he made four wheels and tied them on. He also fashioned a sort of harness so that they could leave the next evening.
George and Mr. Wacko loaded the ‘wagon’ with the food, beds and the ‘Home Sweet Home’ sign. Then they harnessed up Sammy and the kitten declared he was ready.
Finally, they climbed onto his back and they were off. It was a long, rather pleasant and uneventful journey back to their old home at the base of the oak tree, but they didn’t run out of food. It took a whole week, but it was worth it, as they had learned their lesson: there’s just no place like home!
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