Grammy Ronni patiently waited for Jonathon to pack up his
bag so that they could leave for her house. Jonathon, Grammy Ronni’s grandson,
was staying the night.
“Don’t forget Mr. Piddles, dear!” Grammy Ronni knew that
Jonathon would never forget his favorite stuffed polar bear.
“Okay, Grammy, I’m all ready to go!” Jonathon had a small
backpack in tow and a large polar bear in his arms. They got into Grammy Ronni’s
car and made the short drive over to her house.
Once at her house, Grammy Ronni made hot chocolate with
marshmallows. It was Jonathon’s favorite treat. The boy was excited to enjoy
the drink and began to tell Mr. Piddles why it was his favorite drink as Grammy
Ronni went to work sewing on new curtains for her house.
“Mr. Piddles, you just don’t know what you’re missing here,
buddy. This stuff is liquid gold. I mean you just can’t beat the taste!”
Jonathon took a satisfying sip and smiled with a hot chocolate mustache on his
face.
“Jonathon, I’m a bear. We don’t drink hot chocolate. Plus we
have more important plans to work on right now! Did you bring the stuff?” Mr.
Piddles was always up to something, and this time it was serious.
“Of course, Mr. Piddles, why else do you think I begged Dad to
let us stay the weekend with Grammy? Here are our plans right here.” Jonathon
pulled out a large piece of paper with sketches and notes strewn across it.
There were the occasional small hearts and frantic arrows drawn around one girl’s
name, Sarah.
“Good, so how do we plan on winning Sarah back? We’ve tried
almost every trick in the book… pulling her hair, tripping her, making fun of
her… Oh! We haven’t tried gluing anything to her yet!” Mr. Piddles had a very
poor sense of what love was supposed to look like.
“No, I have to show her that I’m better than stupid smelly Steve.
He’s been talking to her all week because they were reading partners and that’s
not fair! So I’ve found a way that we can totally win her back!” Jonathon had a
big smile all over his face.
“How?!” Mr. Piddles was very excited to hear Jonathon’s
brilliant plan.
“We will both make pencil and rubber band crossbows and
whichever bow shoots further wins! That ought to prove to Sarah how cool I am.”
Jonathon nodded and crossed his arms, satisfied that he had devised the best
scheme ever.
“Oh my gosh! That has to work! I don’t think anyone else in
fourth grade has done that yet… We could make a new world record!” Mr. Piddles
was already thinking ahead to the next day’s adventures.
Jonathon and Mr. Piddles started working on the crossbow designs
and slowly, through testing and testing, came up with the best design possible.
“This has to work, Mr. Piddles! We have it all planned out
and Steve won’t even know what hit him!” Mr. Piddles and Jonathon high fived
and carefully packed the bow into their backpack, awaiting its use Monday
morning.
Grammy Ronni shook her head at her grandson, knowing very well that his large imagination would get him into trouble someday.
Author's Note:
This story was based on part of the
Ramayana,
the public domain version that is an anthology, that discusses Rama's fighting
for Sita's heart with a bow and arrow! I really enjoyed that story because it
showed some fairy tale characteristics in an Indian tale. It also allowed me to
have a little freedom and bring back life to my characters from last semester.
I realized that I wrote this story early on in the semester and missed adding
it to the Portfolio, so I am adding it now to give more background to my
characters and to add Grammy Ronni! I am sure she will have lots to say when it
comes to meeting Sugriva or Hanuman so I will have to tie them all together in
the next few weeks' stories. I have enjoyed using these characters again and
being able to create more stories with them with new myths! Particularly it
reminds me of the
Magic Tree House stories written by Mary Osborne, which I loved growing up. Perhaps
I will add a time traveling element to my next story with Jonathon and Mr. Piddles;
that could be a lot of fun! I am also interested in the upcoming readings for
the semester and where they will lead.