| Bob the Scapegoat |
[Jun. 30th, 2004|09:51 pm] |
Bob was a scapegoat who grew up among regular goats down in New Zealand.
He went to school with all the other kids.
When there was trouble at school, the teacher would ask who did it.
All the students would always point to Bob.
Bob would of course be pointing at the guilty student.
After school, Bob had to decide what to do with his life.
Always getting into trouble as a scapegoat he decided to turn his life around, to beat the moniker as it were.
He decided to become an investigator.
During his first assignment, Bob managed to catch the black sheep after only a few days.
When he appeared in court to see the trial of the black sheep, the defence lawyer stood up and said, "Who is the guilty party here?"
All fingers pointed to Bob.
Bob was more than a little suprised as he had managed to catch the black sheep and was not on trial himself.
But it seemed like everyone's fingers were magnetically attracted to him.
Quick thinking saved the day.
Bob quickly said, "That's right, the accused over there is the guilty party."
"Thank you all for believing in me and supporting my conclusions so quickly."
For once everyone seemed to clue in that their fingers were not acting in the best interests of public safety and agreed with Bob immediately.
You see, Bob managed to turn the accusatory finger into an coroberatory one.
Only as a scapegoat would people have so quickly pointed to him.
Bob went on to be a great investigator, always getting his man.
Always with the unanimous support of the entire court room. |
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| Bob the Giant Frog |
[Jun. 27th, 2004|11:51 pm] |
Bob was a giant frog, no I mean a really big frog.
He lived in a little lake with an island in the middle.
He liked to hang out in the north end of the lake among the reeds.
Many amphibious and aquatic creatures lived there, including his family.
But during the summer every year, Bob used to like going to the south end.
Every year there was a camp for kids there called Camp Tralala.
This year Bob went to Camp Tralala again.
As he crept up on one of the camp fires he could see a bunch of kids sitting around telling stories.
The stories were his favourite part.
The one kid was telling a great one and at the end Bob laughed so hard he let out a loud RIIIBBIT!
He startled all the little kids who jumped up out of their seats.
Being a giant frog his ribits were equally giant and to the kids it sounded very close.
They all started looking for the frog that had spoken.
But Bob quickly retreated stealthily back towards the water's edge.
Even being a giant frog Bob was pretty stealthy.
As he was getting further away from the kids one came upon him suddenly.
It was Billy, and he reached down and picked up Bob.
For all that Bob was giant and stealthy he was not too speedy.
Billy carried Bob away from the others, saying "Hello, Mr. Frog, you are rather large."
Bob replied, "Yup that I am." Too scared to remember not to speak infront of kids.
Billy was stunned for a moment, before he replied, "You can talk?"
Bob said, "Yup I can, learned it from sitting around camp fires."
Billy carried Bob down to the edge of the water talking the whole way.
There he set Bob down and they kept talking.
Bob discovered that Billy was normally a pretty shy kid and they had picked on him round the campfire.
That was why Billy had managed to catch Bob, because he hadnt been with the other kids.
Bob said, "I know what you need. You need to wow them with a great story. They'll like you lots then."
Billy replied, "Are you sure, I don't really know any though."
Bob answered, "Ah but I know lots, its how I learned to talk. I can tell you one."
Billy said ok hesitantly and listend to Bob's story.
The story Bob told was a really scary ghost story, cause kids love that kind of story.
At the end Billy was quite certain that the story would really impress the other kids but he was still not sure he wanted to tell it.
Bob excused himself saying that he had to return to his family but that he would be back the next night.
When Billy got back to the camp fire, the other kids were looking for a new story teller.
One big mean kid saw Billy and pointed to him, "Billy can tell one."
The big kid had just meant to humiliate Billy.
But this time Billy was prepared.
He took a seat on one of the logs, still a little shy he started softly.
He looked around at the kids who were all watching him intently.
Emboldened by their attentions, his story improved.
And by the end the little girl that sat next to him was clinging to his arm in fright.
Which is of course the point to a good ghost story.
All the other kids were very impressed with Billy's story, even the mean kid.
The next night Billy went back to see Bob.
He told Bob all about the great success he had.
Bob was happy and offered to tell Billy another story.
But first, Bob said Billy had to tell one.
Billy searched his head for one and finally told it.
It wasnt a very good story, but Bob listened intently none the less.
Then Bob told his story, this one a tense action story.
When Billy went back the kids called for another of his stories.
Once again he told the story Bob had given him.
The other kids were on the edge of their seats listening.
The little girl next to him smiled sweetly as the other kids offered praise when Billy finished.
The next day Billy told Bob how great his story was.
Bob was really happy, but also sad because the camp was only two more nights.
Then Billy would have to go home for a whole year.
So that night Bob told Billy a great adventure story about a princess going to the moon.
But only after Billy had told Bob a story.
The second one was much better than the one Billy had told yesterday, but still not quite there.
Rejoining the campfire the princess story was well received by the other kids.
On the last night of the camp, Billy went back to see Bob.
Bob offered him another story in exchange for Billy's.
This time Billy came up with a great one, really funny.
Bob almost let out another loud RIIIBBIT!
Then Bob told his.
Bob's last story was not very good.
By the end Billy was wondering what the point of the story was.
Bob praised Billy again on his funny story, before heading back into the water.
As they parted Billy promised that next year he would come back to the same spot.
Bob agreed to see him then and wished him luck with his last tale.
But as Billy wandered back to the camp he was quite worried.
The tale Bob had given him kinda stunk, so he didn't really want to tell it.
The other kids around the camp fire clamoured for another of Billy's stories as he joined the circle.
He sat down still trying to think of how to tell them that he didn't have one.
But then the cute little girl grabbed onto his arm, leaning against him.
What little 12 year old boy could resist.
Instead of Bob's story, Billy told his own, hoping it was better than that stinker Bob had given him.
Not only was it not a stinker, but the other kids were rolling around on the ground laughing.
They proclaimed it his best story every and cheered him as the Story teller of Camp Tralala.
The camp leaders even gave him a prize the next day before Billy went home.
Once home Billy told his stories to everyone, his parents, his friends at school, even his teachers.
Everyone loved his stories, especially the funny ones. |
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| The tale of 1001 Bobs |
[Jun. 22nd, 2004|09:57 pm] |
Bob was an ordinary pencil. He was yellow and as of yet he had not been chewed on.
He sat on the teacher's desk in a little tin.
Sometimes a student would come and take Bob back to his desk to draw.
It was a fun life playing with children, but most of their scribbles were not very inspiring.
One day little Aiden picked up Bob to bring him to his desk.
That day was different, it was like magic.
As Aiden put Bob to work, they created beautiful pictures.
They drew pictures of the sun and a house and Aiden's family.
Then they drew pictures of dragons, and knights, and princesses.
That day they had so much fun together drawing things from Aiden's imagination.
But when class was finished, Aiden was very sad because he had to return Bob to the tin on the teacher's desk.
Bob suggested, "Why not ask the teacher if you can keep me?"
Aiden thought it a wonderful idea and brought Bob straight to the teacher.
There he said, "Ms. Teacher, um... can I keep this pencil. Look what we drew together. We had so much fun together today. I want to keep him. Can I? Can I?"
The teacher patted little Aiden on the head and knelt down to say, "Of course you can. Please treat him well."
That day Aiden took his pictures home with Bob to show to his parents.
They were so happy to see the wonderful things that Aiden drew.
Aiden said, "It was all Bob, he helped me!" proudly showing off his new pencil.
Aiden's parents were very happy.
They hung his art all over the house. Every new picture had a place on the wall.
Together Aiden and Bob created many wonderful pictures.
When Aiden got a little older, he and Bob set to writing stories.
This is a collection of the stories that the two of them created together. |
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