Wally the Walrus
I love to read Harry Potter, LoTR, KotLC, and more like that! I also love to write fantasy fiction stories!
Wally the Walrus
I love to read Harry Potter, LoTR, KotLC, and more like that! I also love to write fantasy fiction stories!
I love to read Harry Potter, LoTR, KotLC, and more like that! I also love to write fantasy fiction stories!
I love to read Harry Potter, LoTR, KotLC, and more like that! I also love to write fantasy fiction stories!
“And I saw the crossiant sanitizer.” I tell my friends. ✨✨✨
I walk into the French restaurant, the scent of delicious, formal foods filling the air. I take a seat at a near table and the waiter comes along in no time.
“I’ll be your waiter tonight. What may I get for you, madame?” Says the fancy waiter.
“I’d like ratatouille, please.” The stewed vegetables sounded good, and the movie’s good, too. “And a iced water.” He nods his head and stalks away.
I look around see the families and friends eating their meals and laughing. I had invited my two friends, Arianna and Penley, but they were too busy.
My waiter returns with the ratatouille, water, and some complimentary crossiants. I grab one of the delicious breads and am about to take a bite of it when-
“NO, DONT EAT ME!” Comes an unidentified voice.
“Who said that?” I ask no one.
“Me, Oui Oui!” I look down and see the crossiant in my hand talking. She had a beret and a smiley face.
“Your name’s Yes Yes?” I voice the first question that comes to my mind.
“No, it’s Oui Oui.” She looks confused, but shrugs it off. “I’m from a shop in France called Wrath and Body Works. People thought it as edible for some reason!”
“What’s Wrath and Body Works?” I ask her. Oui Oui tells me it’s a store with fragrance, lotion, and soaps.
“And hand sanitizers, which I am,” Oui Oui explains.
“Would you like to go back to that store?
“ARE YOU GONNA TAKE ME TO FRANCE?!?!”
“Well, I looked it up on Oogle Maps and there’s a Warth and Body Works near us…if that’s okay with you…” To my surprise, she beams.
“That would be astounding!” She exclaims. I finish my ratatouille and pay the waiter, who seemed a little confused as to why I was carrying a crossaint out the door.
Oui Oui and I walk to Wrath and Body Works, where the scent of Japanese Cherry Blossom fills the air. A few girls walk by, their hands filled with soaps and sanitizers.
I take Oui Oui over to the other hand sanitizer holders and place her down. “Well, I guess this is goodbye, Oui Oui.”
“Yes, thank you.” She says, “And that ratatouille was really good…well, see you later-maybe.” I wave goodbye and walk out the door.
I stand outisde for a minute, have prominent feeling this isn’t the last time I’m going to see Oui Oui. ✨✨✨
“Guess what!” Penley exclaims the next day.
“What?” Arianna asks enthusiastically.
“I got a crossiant hand sanitizer holder from Wrath and Body Works!” Penley tells us.
My head turns so fast I’m scared I might get whiplash. “What? What’s her name? Oui Oui?”
Penley is suprised I know so much and Arianna is just confused, so I tell them the alluring story. Arianna asks Penley to get out Oui Oui, and she does.
“Hi, guys! Nice to meet you, Arianna!” Oui Oui says excitedly. The sight and voice of her makes me relieved and happy she ended up in good hands.
“I’m suprised you didn’t mention her amazing music ability.” Penley tells me.
“Her music ability?” I’m confused, she didn’t have anything to do with music when I met her.
“Someone in Wrath and Body Works taught me some amazing music!” She played a French song that had us swaying back and forth. The clear and elegant melody eventually endened.
“That was beautiful.” Arianna complimented. Oui Oui thanked her.
“Well, I have to run. I’ll see you guys later.” Penley said. Arianna agreed and we all stood up to leave.
“Bye,” Oui Oui said before Penley put her away. They waved goodbye and left out the door.
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I see Oui Oui on my way to GetTar, and wave hi. Later, when I’m texting my friends, I say, “And I saw the crossiant sanitizer.”
Sneaky sneaky.
Someone’s sneaking something into my food.
It says, “TOXIC. DO NOT SNEAK INTO SOMEONES FOOD.”
They try to be sneaky sneaky.
They aren’t.
I grab their hand.
I give them the death stare.
They screech and run out the door.
I say, “HAVE A NICE DAY.”
Not so sneaky sneaky.
“Kitty is pretty,” said Rose. She was the youngest child of the family and had an ineffable love for this superb cat. They had the orange tabby cat for 19 years, though they usually live for 15. The family thought nothing of this, until one strange day…dun dun dun…
The cat, Mr. Whiskers, went outside and walked across the street, unaware of the car coming by. Emily, the oldest child, shouted, “MR. WHISKERS!!” Their brother, Boberty (?), raced outside and wished he could do anything to save Mr. Whiskers. The car was coming too fast, and the cat disappeared…OoOoOhHh…
The next morning, Mr. Whiskers was playing with his kitty cat toys when everyone woke 🆙
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Mr. Whiskers couldn’t die. It was like he was immortal (wink wink). This was a joke in the Jones household. The mother, Sarah Jones was the granddaughter of Rose, and she had inherited the kitty cat.
Mr. Whiskers missed his old family, and he missed the Jones when they passed, too. The cycle would never end, but Mr. Whiskers came to understand that this was the way it would be. Family after another, he would meet new people and remember old ones.
Never trust a survivor until you know what they did survive.
It was pouring down rain heavily, but everyone in the inn was fast asleep. Footsteps squished in the mud and a knock hammered the door.
“Who is it?” I asked, suprised. Who would show up at inn in the middle of the stormy night? I opened the door with confidence and faced a young man.
“Hi…, is there any empty room I can take for the night? I’ve been travelling for quite some time, but I can’t continue in this weather,” he says.
“I suppose. There’s an empty room to the left, and a stable to keep that horse of yours. I can take her if you’d like.” _Who would leave a tired young traveler in the rain like this?_ I think, yet I get a strange feeling as he passes by me to get inside. He has a scar down his arm, and a fresh one at that. People get cuts all the time though, right?
I take the brown spotted horse to the stable at the side of the inn, hurrying because of the rain. I give her quick food and water then head inside.
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The next morning, the traveler is on his horse and ready to go in no time. The strange rush made him unknowingly drop a satchel on the ground. He looks back at me and says, “Thank you.”
I smile, “Of course,” he starts to head off, but there’s one more thing I need to ask. “Why-I-uh, never caught your name,” I stumble. Asking about the scar and his travels seemed too much from a stranger.
“Klaus,” he says, “and the scar was from a fight the night before. I’m a survior.” My eyes widen and he laughs, “I knew what you were thinking. The scar is pretty obvious, so I don’t blame you. It draws too much attention for-“ Klaus catches himself mid sentence.
“For what?” I ask. Klaus shakes his head and gets on his way, never bothering to say bye, and forgetting his
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A few hours later, three men arrive on their horses. They look tired and beat with their cuts and scrapes and worn armor.
“How may I help?” I ask them thoughtfully. They shake their heads and one approaches me.
“Did you see a young man come by? He should’ve had a huge scar on his arm and a brown spotted horse.”
I tremble with fear as to why the what him, but I still answer, “Klaus?”
“Yes, that’s the one. When did you last see him?” They continue to question.
“He left a few hours ago, said he was a survivor and the scar drew too much attention. Who’s attention, and why does he care? And what did he survive?”
They steal a quick glance at each other and nod, agreeing to tell a random inn keeper about their mission, “Klaus stole lots of gold from our king. He ran through the forest, where we caught up with him, and had a fight. He was injured and ran away before anyone could stop him.”
I apologized sincerely for helping him escape, but get a quick thought, “What if we caught him?”
Time passed and I waited outside my inn. Hopefully he would return for the satchel soon…, and he did.
“Hi again.” Klaus said as he rode around on his horse, “I forgot something.”
“Like this unusually heavy satchel?” I fake laugh. He gets nervous for a second and takes it.
“Yes, thank you.” Klaus smiles, and in a flash the guards leap out and grab him. He doesn’t say anything, and seems to already know what just happened.
The soldiers tie Klaus up on their horse and grab the satchel of gold. “Thank you for your help,” they tell me, and go off in the distance.
I guess you can’t really trust someone until you know why to trust them.
It’s impossible ugly this sweater But I wear it today No matter the weather
I have others to wear And this one I hate But I guess it’s fair Though it’s a heavy weight
The sweaters not mine My sister lets me wear it And she says it fine But I just can’t bear it
It looks inside out And scratchy too But there’s no other route Except the truth
I hate it I wished I’d said But I have school today And they said we must wear red So I guess I’ll wear it anyway
One day Terry was driving home. People in the town he was driving to started singing.
(Santa Claus Is Coming To Town Remix)
You better watch out Cause your gonna cry Yeah your gonna pout I’m telling you why Terry is coming to town
It’s turn wasn’t missed It’s tries are bing nice Gonna find out If it’s being nice Terry is coming to town
To town it will come creeping When it is getting late Terry better be good not bad Be good for goodness sake
You better watch out Cause your gonna cry Your gonna pout I’m telling you why Terry is coming to town
The day I’ve been waiting for has finally arrived! I’ve always dreamed of singing a chicken nugget song with a whale, and finally got my chance. We went to the beach this morning, and I got onto a boat we rented. In the distance was a whale, and he asked me if he could come on board. I said yes, and the whale got onto the boat. We started singing a chicken nugget song and got hungry, so we ate fast food. Then, he had to go back home and so he went into the water. The whale said goodbye then swam away.
My grandmother always told me To play fair and nice Sometimes people don’t listen To really good advice
People that laugh and point And don’t apologize Ones that cheat in games And aren’t very wise
And there’s nothing you can do Cause two wrongs don’t make a right You just have to ignore them Until they’re out of sight
Be patient and smart Play fair and nice That was my grandmothers Only advice
Find me down the garden path Where green leaves grow true Blooming flowers and streaming sunlight Petals falling from a cherry too
They land in my hair And I don’t care at all As my hands touches leaves And I see the waterfall
The koi fish in a pond Adding to the peace And the most beautiful Of all the colorful trees
I look at the most amazing sight And take in a peaceful breath This place will be in my vivid memory Until the flowers rotting death
My hair blows in the wind And I take a sigh of sorrow That I must eventually leave Yet I will come back tomorrow
This doesn’t have to do with the picture.
Once upon a time, there was a tiny little stinky kitty cat in the dumpster. I kneel towards the stinky garbage cat and stick my arm out. It starts talking in German, “Hallo! Ich Bin Groß Stinken!“ I lift one eyebrow up like this 🤨 . Big Stink jumps on my arm and trails dirt and Cheeto dust.
I bring Big Stink home, and notice a missing cat sign! Oh no, someone might take Big Stink. The thing to do was obvious. I go to the store and buy a rat costume, then put Big Stink in it. Perfect.
The owner of the missing cat saw Big Stink the next day. For some reason they didn’t fall for my plan and took Big Stink away. “NEIN!” I shouted as the owner walked away with Big Stink, “NEINNNNNN!”
The next day, I found Big Stink at my door. She told me in German that she was too smelly for her owner. I officially adopted Big Stink, but of course I kept the name.
We had long conversations in German and talked about cats or dogs. I definitely love cats more than dogs…heh heh….anyways, Big Stink is my new best friend. I made her a Cheeto dust pie.