The poetry, stories and intrigues of C.J. Brenner
Friday, March 18, 2011
Squeaky Squeak Squonk
There was once a woman named Squeaky. She was sure that she was only a squeaker. One day, she let out a squonk. It was loud and it was remembered by many people. Squeaky was busy because she had many turtles to feed in her garden. The turtles were smart turtles. They would stick their head out all the time irregardless of any dangers that were to be before their day. That said, Squeaky was a no frills girl. She did not light many fires for her house to be warm and she did not buy many hors derves either. She delighted in baking cod fish once a week and it was really good cod fish. One day, Squeaky was busy preparing her weekly cod fish for her family and her turtles too. They were really good turtles because they always showed up to eat her cod fish. The cod fish was so good that Squeaky soon had an international reputation. Most were glad to know her, but occasionally one or two felt that she was quite scary in deed. Squeaky was known throughout the halls of cod fish dining and she was big in the Raisin Soup Kitchen as well. This Raisin Soup Kitchen was a neat place and it was a place she could let her turtles run freely. This was good for Squeaky and she was glad to be busy and well known. One day, an Owl showed up at Squeaky's Soup Kitchen and asked for some cod fish. Squeaky did not know how to deal with owls so she tried to shoo it away and even shoot bb's at it once in a while. It kept coming back and it was really a nice owl. Its feathers were clean and its beak was sharp and round as well. This Owl whose name was Cracker Eater was busy trying to make his own Raisin Soup Kitchen and unfortunately, Squeaky was too impolite to even consider the owls interests. So if you meet Squeaky, tell her that her squeaking is ok but ask her for a bite to eat from her Rye Bread Collection. I think that she can not refuse for if she does, she will be sure to squonk once again. Thanks!
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