Fierce loves for Wes and I to tell him stories and lately he has been coming up with a few of his own. I thought it would be fun to use his stories as writing prompts for short stories I could tell him later. The words in green are his words.
Once upon a time, there was a boy named Fierce.
He had a cat named My Cat.
My Cat was the first to greet Fierce when he got home from school each day. The second Fierce entered the house, My Cat would snuggle up against Fierce’s leg. From there, it was one non-stop adventure after another! There was pirate treasure to be found, monster truck driving lessons and they were even the first astronauts to spend an entire afternoon on Neptune.
One day, My Cat was waiting patiently for Fierce to get home, but decided to sneak outside to feel the warm sun on his fur. He told himself he would only be gone for a few minutes as he skipped, jumped and lazily walked around the neighborhood. “Wait, what was that?” Sniffing the air, My Cat could have sworn he smelled a delicious bit of tuna. Yes! There it was! An almost empty can of tuna had fallen out of a neighbor’s trash can sitting by the road. His stroll quickly turned into an excited trot as he headed straight to the tuna. He ate up every last morsel and wondered if there might be more inside the big trash bin. Hmmm…
My Cat thought to himself, “If I can only jump up onto that box, make a daring leap onto the crate and then spring for the open lid…” He made it!
There were so many tasty treats. One half of an apple, some banana left on a peel and even a slice of tomato. His tummy was FULL from the feast and he was ready to head back home. He didn’t want to miss greeting Fierce when he got home from school, but when he looked up, the top of the trash can was a long way away. He jumped to get out, but couldn’t reach the top of the bin. It seemed to grow further away as he feared there was no way out. He began to make little, fretful meows. He could hear cars passing, but then he heard the deep rumbling of a garbage truck coming closer. His paws shook with desperation as the truck stopped right outside his trash can. My Cat began to meow with intensity. Louder and LOUDER he MEOWED! The trash can was being lifted into the air…Meow! Meow!
Fierce ran off the bus, opened the door to house and looked down at his feet expecting My Cat to welcome him home. However, My Cat was absent so Fierce looked all over the house, under the couch and in all of My Cat’s favorite hideouts. He widened his search to the yard, nearby trees and all the way to the mailbox at the end of the driveway, but there was no sign of My Cat. Fierce was determined to find My Cat as he grabbed his bike and raced down the sidewalk to search the neighbor’s yards. As he rode past the fifth house, he saw a garbage truck. It was about to lift the bin. Fierce found himself wondering how the mechanics worked. With the bin mid-air a loud meow caught his attention and he was pretty sure it was coming from the lifting trash can. Fierce threw down his bike and ran to signal the driver to “stop! “Stop! STOP!” Sure enough, when the driver lowered the can, Fierce said, “Hey! That’s My Cat!”
My Cat looked and smelled terrible. He needed a long, warm bath, but Fierce was so glad to have found My Cat that he hugged him closer than ever. My Cat snuggled extra close and breathed a sigh of grateful relief.
By Fierce and Kylene Almeida