tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-73663542167048722652024-03-12T21:25:41.312-07:00The Adventure of Elvira LittleSpotlight on Children's Literature and; the coming book "TAOEL"ek ellishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08352515014970921854noreply@blogger.comBlogger9125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7366354216704872265.post-37382937001747469872015-01-14T16:57:00.000-08:002015-01-14T16:57:08.699-08:00Elvira Little & Friends<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<i>Zoom!
Zoom! Zoom! Zoom! </i> Elvira and Alvin looked up at the same time to
see Bobby Johnson and Erik Blue racing by on their bikes. They were coming from the direction of the
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ek ellishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08352515014970921854noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7366354216704872265.post-8319063649633519362013-09-05T19:12:00.000-07:002013-09-05T19:12:33.416-07:00The Adventure of Elvira Little<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Miss Elvira Jones is preparing to make her debut soon</div>
ek ellishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08352515014970921854noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7366354216704872265.post-29284060583994067442012-07-16T15:06:00.000-07:002013-01-10T05:08:38.716-08:00Bosley the Cool Dog<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">Bosley, played hide and go seek with a
squirrel. He barked and stalked the
squirrel, running around in circles.
Tired of the game, Bosley laid down in the cool grass watching the
squirrel scurrying up an old oak tree.</span></span><br />
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<i><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">“Elvira Little, Elvira Piddle, she’s just so
little. I bet she wish she could ride
the roller coaster at the amusement park.
See over the banister at the Quickie Mart.”</span></span></i></div>
ek ellishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08352515014970921854noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7366354216704872265.post-6659684231949987382012-06-29T18:52:00.001-07:002021-07-28T01:35:37.711-07:00Troll Me Is Troll Me Not<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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After an uncomfortable night’s sleep, Bobby Johnson hoped
he looked better than he felt. His back hurt, his feet were sore, the tip of
his nose wouldn't stop itching and no matter how many times he washed his hair,
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It took a lot of convincing for his parents to let him sleep in his room. When
his mother saw him, she screamed and fainted. His father held up the family
cross, crossing himself numerous times. Neither one of his parents dare touch
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His parents stayed huddled together. His father still held on to the cross.
Bobby's mother wept continuously and his father was ready to call for the
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"It's me, Bobby, your son." Bobby pleaded with
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"You're not our son." said his father.<span face="Verdana, sans-serif"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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"We don't know what you are." This came from his
mother speaking for the first time. "George, what are the neighbors going
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"I don't know, I don't know." His father said
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"You won't boil us in oil, will you son?" asked
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"Dad, I'm your son, not some monster." wailed
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"Have you seen yourself Robert?" asked his mother.<span face="Verdana, sans-serif"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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"Not lately. Why?"<span face="Verdana, sans-serif"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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"Maybe you should take a look son." suggested his
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Bobby Johnson stepped around his parents. His father crossed his chest as he
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"Ugh!!" he cried out loud.<span face="Verdana, sans-serif"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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"I have a tail now. What is happening to me?"
Bobby shouted standing before his parents.<span face="Verdana, sans-serif"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 200%;"> </span><br />
<span style="line-height: 200%;"> </span><span style="line-height: 200%;">Mysvous
was curious about Grandpa Jones. To her he was a funny little man. Grandpa
Jones didn't seem to have it together in his attic. Mysvous thought he was
missing a few marbles. He hadn't been in the Jones' home for a good twenty
minutes and already he'd caused </span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 200%;">Mrs. Jones to cry.</span></div>
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<o:p></o:p></div>
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<span style="line-height: 200%;">Elvira
was sleeping soundly and didn't hear the sounds coming from below, but Mysvous
did. Tiptoeing down the stairs, Mysvous scurried behind a huge potted plant.
Grandpa Jones was looking for something, mumbling to himself. Mysvous wondered
the where about of Mr. and Mrs. Jones. Grandpa Jones shouldn't be left alone unsupervised.
There's no telling what kind of trouble he could get himself into.</span></div>
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<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;">
"Luther, I know you're in here
somewhere." Grandpa called out.<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;">
"You can't fool me Luther."
Mysvous peaked around the large potted plant. Grandpa Jones was on his belly
crawling. Bosley appeared from out of nowhere. <o:p></o:p></div>
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"Luther!" Grandpa lunged
at Bosley, missing him completely, landing in front of Mysvous! <o:p></o:p></div>
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"Oh no!" gasped an
astonished Mysvous.<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;">
"Where being invaded!"
yelled Grandpa Jones. <o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;">
"There are little spies
running around here."<o:p></o:p></div>
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<o:p> </o:p><span style="line-height: 200%;"> </span><span style="line-height: 200%;">Elvira
sat up in bed as if she'd been struck by lightning. She heard Grandpa's yell.
The entire house did. Doors were opening and she could hear footsteps. Alexis
came running from one direction, Elvira's parents from another.</span></div>
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In
the mix of commotion, Mysvous slipped away, flanked by Bosley. She was able to
get back to Elvira's room and into the dollhouse without being missed. <o:p></o:p></div>
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"Whew!" Mysvous let out a
long breath. <o:p></o:p></div>
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"That was a bit too
close."<o:p></o:p></div>
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"Little spies?" Elvira
said to herself running back to her room. She hurriedly peeped into the
Barbie's house and was relieved to see a sleeping Mysvous. Elvira backed away
quietly. When Mysvous heard Elvira leave, she sat up in bed. <o:p></o:p></div>
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"T'is a strange family this
is." She acknowledged lying back down.<o:p></o:p></div>
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<o:p> </o:p><span style="line-height: 200%;"> </span><span style="line-height: 200%;">Elvira
ventured down stairs where Grandpa Jones was marching back and forth, than he
began to skip, stopped and started marching back and forth again. From
somewhere he produced a broom, placed it on his shoulder and started saying,</span></div>
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<o:p></o:p></div>
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"One, two, I'm looking for
you. Three, four, I'll watch the door. Five, six, little spies are alive. Seven,
eight, they won't escape. Nine, ten, I'll sing it again." Grandpa Jones
sang, marching around in circles now.<o:p></o:p></div>
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"Fred," Regina Jones
called to her husband. <o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;">
"Is he going to be marching
all night?"<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;">
"He'll soon tire himself out
Regina."<o:p></o:p></div>
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"Mom, I can't sleep now with
Grandpa singing." complained Alexis.<o:p></o:p></div>
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"Put a pillow over your head Alexis."
Regina Jones said with exasperation. Alexis stomped back to her room muttering
to herself, <o:p></o:p></div>
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"Well if he's gonna sing at
least he could pick a better song and been on key." Alexis slammed her
door.<o:p></o:p></div>
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"Elvira." Called her
father, <o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;">
"Please make sure Bosley stays
out of Grandpa's way. Can you please do that for me?"<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;">
"Yes. Daddy, I'll keep him in
my room."<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;">
Grandpa
Jones continued to march and then all of a sudden he started doing jumping
jacks, stopped singing and started shouting out names.<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;">
"Private Paul Revere, Corporal
Benedict Arnold." Mrs. Jones grabbed her husband's head. <o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;">
"Fred who is he talking
too?"<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;">
"I don't know Regina."<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;">
"Is he going to start
hallucinating?" she asked still holding onto her husband's head.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;">
"Regina let go of my head. And again I don't know." Mr. Jones
answered pulling away from his wife's grip.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Mr.
and Mrs. Jones sat down to keep an eye on Grandpa. Mrs. Jones noticed he was
quiet. <o:p></o:p></div>
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"Fred look! I think he's
nodding off standing up." Mrs. Jones nudged her husband.<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;">
"Maybe now is a good time to
get him into bed." hinted Mr. Jones.<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;">
"And lock him in." <span lang="ES-MX">Regina</span> Jones volunteered<span lang="ES-MX">.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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"I can't do that!" Fred
Jones said emphatically.<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;">
"I can!" his wife cried
heading towards Grandpa Jones's room.<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;">
"Regina!" her husband
called out halting her.<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;">
"Oh all right. I won't."
she said annoyed stopping.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Fred
guided Grandpa Jones to his room. Carefully he pried the broom from his hands
and gently helped him into bed. Grandpa grumbled something rolling over onto
his side.<o:p></o:p></div>
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<o:p> </o:p><span style="line-height: 200%;"> </span><span style="line-height: 200%;">The
house finally settled down, everyone taking to his or her bed. Elvira kept
Bosley in her room and she looked in on Mysvous, who was snoring softly.
Finally everyone slept, surviving day one with Grandpa Jones.</span></div>
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ek ellishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08352515014970921854noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7366354216704872265.post-17677650597796225922012-06-11T18:49:00.000-07:002012-10-28T02:14:39.219-07:00Two Left Feet and a Right<br />
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Elvira relaxed on her
stoop tossing a stick to Bosley. Bosley
caught the stick between his teeth, scampering back to Elvira. Elvira was about to toss the stick again,
when she spotted Alvin approaching her house running. <o:p></o:p></div>
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Elvira thought he was
going to run pass, when he quickly made a U-turn down her walkway, almost
tripping over his feet.<o:p></o:p></div>
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“Alvin what’s the matter?” Elvira asked standing up noticing how scared
and pale Alvin looked. <o:p></o:p></div>
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“I, I was, was, walking in the woods and, and, I heard funny sounds
coming from it.” Alvin trembled as he retold his tale to Elvira.<o:p></o:p></div>
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“Did you see anyone?” Elvira asked a shaking Alvin.<o:p></o:p></div>
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“No one was there. I, I just,
just, heard growling noises and they were getting closer and closer. I just started running.” stammered Alvin.<o:p></o:p></div>
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“Here Alvin, sit down. I’ll get you something cold to drink.” Elvira
said as she rose to leave.<o:p></o:p></div>
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“Elvira,” Alvin began grabbing her hand. <o:p></o:p></div>
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“What do you suppose it was?” Alvin asked sounding even more
frightened.<o:p></o:p></div>
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“I don’t know Alvin. A wild fox
maybe.” Elvira shrugged her shoulders.<o:p></o:p></div>
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“No, no, I don’t think a fox sounded like that.” Alvin said bobbing his
head.<o:p></o:p></div>
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“Okay Alvin, stay here, I’ll be right back.” Elvira went off to get
Alvin’s drink.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Alvin scooted over to Bosley. He was still sitting there when Elvira
returned with a glass of lemonade.<o:p></o:p></div>
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“Here you go Alvin, drink this, it’ll help cool you off and calm your
nerves.” Alvin eyed the glass suspiciously.<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;">
“What’s in here Elvira, a sedative or something?”<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;">
“No Alvin.” Elvira responded kindly trying to be patient with a
frighten Alvin.<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;">
“It’s only lemonade.”<br />
”Thank you Elvira.” He said.<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;">
“<i>Huh shoo!</i> Oh no, my allergies.” Alvin sniffed.<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;">
“Bless you Alvin. Go Bosley.”
Elvira shooed the dog away. Bosley
obeyed, leaving Elvira and Alvin sitting on the stoop.<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;">
<i style="line-height: 200%;">Zoom!
Zoom! Zoom! Zoom! </i><span style="line-height: 200%;"> Elvira and Alvin looked up at the same time to
see Bobby Johnson and Erik Blue racing by on their bikes. They were coming from the direction of the
woods, laughing as the sped by Elvira and Alvin.</span></div>
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<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;">
“Those two!” Elvira mumbled to herself.<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;">
“Uh-oh, Elvira, they’re turning around! Look they’re coming this way!”
Alvin sounded panic.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Bobby Johnson rode up
to the stoop. Erik Blue stopped beside
him. <o:p></o:p></div>
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“<i>Who’s there? Is anybody
out there</i>?” Bobby Johnson imitated
Alvin, getting off his bike.<o:p></o:p></div>
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“<i>I have a can of pepper
spray</i>.” Erik Blue joined in on the
teasing. Both boys burst out laughing,
ribbing each other in the ribs. Elvira
stood up having enough of their shenanigans.<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;">
“So it was the two of you out there in the woods making wild sounds and
scaring poor Alvin.” Elvira looked at them accusingly.<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;">
“<i>Leave me alone</i>. <i>Go away</i>.” The boys both said in unison.<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;">
Erik Blue said, “Run Alvin, run, it’s coming after you.”<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;">
Bobby Johnson wiped his nose and eyes, like he was crying. He changed his voice to sound like Alvin’s. <o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;">
“<i>Leave me</i> <i>alone</i>. <i>I’m not scared</i>.” He continued to mimic Alvin.<o:p></o:p></div>
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<span style="line-height: 200%;"> </span><span style="line-height: 32px;">Unbeknownst</span><span style="line-height: 200%;"> to everyone,
Mysvous hid behind one of Mrs. Jones’s flowerpots listening. Her eyes darken. She was angry with Bobby Johnson and Erik
Blue.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;">
<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;">
Two silly boys;
scarring the day lights out of poor Alvin, who was turning a shade of gray now.
Well there was no better time like now
to give Bobby Johnson and his dim witted friend a taste of their own medicine.<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;">
Mysvous placed her
hand over the medallion she wore around her neck. The gem lit up one at a time. Red, green,
blue, and white illumination shot out around her head. <o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;">
“<i>Oh Galleon, ancient
friend of mine, I call to thee</i>, <i>to help me show two mean spirited boys,
playing practical jokes is cruel and can backfire on them</i>. <i>To the wind, to</i> <i>the seas, earth, wind,
fire, let their fate be sealed</i>.”<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;">
Mysvous clapped her
tiny hands and everything went still, time ceased to move. She clapped once more and everything was
restored. Mysvous peaked around the
flowerpot. Elvira was telling Bobby
Johnson and Erik Blue to leave.<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;">
“Elvira Little, wants us to leave.
Is she going to cry? You’re too little to do anything Elvira, you can’t
even see over the handle bars on my bike.” Bobby Johnson continued to tease
Elvira.<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;">
“If you don’t leave, I’ll get Bosley.” Elvira whistled for the dog.<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;">
“Oh I’m so scared.” Bobby Johnson laughed cruelly. <o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;">
“What’s that loopy dog going to do? Lick me to death.” Bobby laughed
even harder.<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;">
“Here Bosley.” Elvira called out.
Bosley came running and growling, baring his teeth.<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;">
“I don’t think he’s going to lick us to death Bobby.” Erik Blue said
backing away.<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;">
“If he bites me Elvira <i>Little</i>, you’re going to get it real good.” Bobby
said not laughing anymore.<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;">
“No Robert. You better get on your
crappy red girlie bike and ride out of here, before you get it real good!”
Elvira’s amber eyes grew dim, a glow suddenly surrounded her. Bosley started to growl even louder and
deeper, taking a step towards Bobby Johnson and Erik Blue. Bobby only stared back at Elvira.<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;">
“Come on Bobby lets blow.” Erik almost pleaded.<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;">
Shrugging his
shoulders, Bobby Johnson got on his bike.
He tried to petal away, but each time he placed his feet on the petals,
they slipped off. Again and again he
tried, harder and harder.<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;">
“What’s wrong Robert; forget how to ride a bike.” Elvira teased.<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;">
“Shut up you little troll. I
know how to ride a bike better than you.” Snapped Bobby.<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;">
<span style="line-height: 200%;"> Bobby Johnson should
have never uttered those fatal words.
Once the words were out of his mouth, strange things began to happen to
him.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;">
<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;">
“Bobby! What’s that?” Erik Blue asked pointing to Bobby’s upper
back. A large lump was growing. <o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;">
“And look at his feet. They look
funny.” Alvin pointed out too, pointing at Bobby’s feet.<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;">
“He looks like he has two left feet.” Elvira gasped. Bobby Johnson stared at his reflection,
looking into the mirror on his Mongoose bike.<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;">
”Uhgh! What is happening to me?” Bobby cried out in a strange shrill
voice. Erik Blue backed away slowly,
stumbling over his feet. Alvin stood up
looking astonished; then he started to laugh.
<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;">
“It’s the hunch back of Bobby Johnson.” Alvin said laughing and
sneezing.<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;">
“Oh my.” was all Elvira could say.<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;">
“Come on Erik, help me.” Bobby whined.<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;">
“No way man, I’m not touching you, it might be contagious.” Erik
clumsily mounted his bike and crazily rode away, zigzagging. The front tire on
his bike spun out of control while his back tire suddenly started to inflate
and his peddles spun round and around. Erik gave up and jumped off the bike
running as fast as he could not once glancing back. Soon he was out of
everyone’s sight. His bike rolled after him chasing him down the street.<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;">
Bobby Johnson turned
to Elvira. His eyes narrowed to tiny
slits. Pointing a finger at her he
yelled,<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;">
“Every time I come near you something strange happens to me. Look at me!” Bobby wailed in a whinny voice
now.<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;">
“Any you call my dog loopy.
Maybe you caught something from being in the woods.” Elvira tried to
explain his condition. Bobby thought for
a minute. <o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;">
“Maybe, how am I going to get home?” he moaned.<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;">
“I’ll help you.” Alvin spoke up.<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;">
“You,” Bobby looked surprised. <o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;">
“I have to walk that way anyway.” Alvin said. Alvin helped Bobby onto his bike. His feet still slid off the petals. Alvin suggested, <o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;">
“How ‘bout you walk. You can use
your bike for support.”<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;">
Elvira watched the
sight before her. Bobby Johnson looks so
pathetic. <o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;">
“Robert,” she called out. <o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;">
“I think your bump is growing even larger. You better get home before the towns people
decide to get pitchforks and torches to hunt you down. Oh no! Look Robert you hair is growing and
your nose is all crooked. Ugh! What’s
happening to your ears? They’re growing too!”<o:p></o:p></div>
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Bobby Johnson gaped at
Elvira as if she sprouted two heads.
Elvira laughed. She laughed and
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“What’s gotten into her?” Alvin wondered out loud as he helped Bobby
Johnson home.<o:p></o:p></div>
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“Elvira Little.” Mysvous called, coming out from behind the flowerpot.<o:p></o:p></div>
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“Did you see him Mysvous? He
looked like an ugly creature from a nightmare.
I hope he makes it home safely.
He might be captured by animal control and sent to a zoo. <i>Look
at the ugly beast</i>. <i>Come
one come all</i>. You did see him didn’t you Mysvous? I hope he
does go to a zoo. I’ll be the first one there to throw peanuts at him. Isn’t he funny looking?” Elvira asked with
laughter still in her voice. Mysvous
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“Oh my, what have I done?” Mysvous whispered to herself.<o:p></o:p></div>
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