These were just freetime stories, didn't really care about grammar and organization.
The first one is based on a story between my animals at the time. Becka is dead now :( RIP. I edited out my sibling's names where mentioned. Becka is a Jack Russell Terrier, Ramsey is a Shetland Sheepdog, Mila is a Golden Retriever, and Bumble is my handicapped cat.
The Animals And The Road Trip
We were going on a road trip. We stuffed the animals into the back of the van and hit the road. We drove to a friend's house to ditch Bumble for the week.
"NO!" Bumble cried, "You can't leave me!" He began to sob.
Ramsey and Becka were rejoicing (barking) in the back of the van. Mila didn't really know what was going on so she stood up and tried to see out the window. We abandoned Bumble and began to drive away. We didn't realize that Bumble mauled his captor's hand and was running towards the departing van.
<scritch scratch>
"What was that?" I asked my dad.
"Probably a branch."
"Sounded awfully loud," I said.
We also didn't know that that was the noise of Bumble climbing onto the back bumper of the van.
Ramsey said, "I'm so glad that we left Bumble behind! I hope I never ever ever see him again!!!"
"That little dumb squirt was the last thing I wanted to deal with," Becka growled.
Mila hopped up on the spare seat and peered over at the dogs. She said, "What's going on?"
"We left Bumble at the meat factory!" Ramsey yipped.
"No we didn't you dummy!" Becka barked, "He is living with a new family!"
"Be quiet back there!" I yelled.
Mila hopped down and went to sleep on the floor. Becka began to snore and Ramsey lay his head down between his paws. Four hours later, we made a stop in Champaign, Illinois so we could eat. We went inside El Toro and we sat down in a booth.
Meanwhile, back at the van, Bumble crept out from uderneath the van. He was dizzy and very wobbly, having ridden for that long. He jumped on top of the hood and peered through the windshield. Boy, did the dogs ever bark!
"Why is he here?!?!?!?!?!" Ramsey barked.
"That little handicap followed us here!' Becka snarled.
Mila isn't a real "barky" dog, so she just got all excited and hopped around. Bumble sat down on the hood and began to lick his ruffled fur. The dogs held their barking frenzy for 20 minutes before Bumble actually said something.
"Hey dumb dogs! Check me out!" Bumble meowed as he tormented the dogs.
The dogs barked and barked and barked. Bumble noticed his masters coming out the door, and he knew the van would begin moving again. So he crawled under the van and and got up on his platform, which was a tiny space above the spare tire.
"DOGS!!!" I yelled.
The dogs forgot about their barking and quieted down. I climbed in the van, stroked Mila on the head, and buckled up. We drove for about six more hours, before stopping. We arrived at a hotel in central Michigan and began to bring our baggage inside. We smuggled Becka into the room because she was usually quiet and was completely house-trained. Ramsey and Mila slept out in the van.
Bumble emerged again. He was discolored because he was so dirty, so he bathed himself for an hour, which he very rarely does. He didn't climb on the windshield thhis time, but sat by a hotel sidedoor and began to meow. He knew we were in there and he couldn't live with himself if he wasn't allowed to cuddle in a bed.
Bumble began to shiver. He was questioning if he should run away because he was cold and hungry. Finally, at about 10 P.M., another family arrived. They went in the sidedoor and Bumble snuck in as the door was closing. He sat in a dark corner and waited for human traffic to come to a halt.
At 10:30, Bumble saw his masters at the end of a hallway entering a room. He walked down the hallway in super-silent mode. He flinched at every little sound until he got to the door. He was afraid to meow so he plopped down in front of a vending machine. He wondered how he could get inside to all those delicious smells. He noticed a little crawlspace (the place where you claim your snack) just six inches above his head.
At 8:30 the next morning, Bumble was inside the vending machine. he had opened three bags of Doritos and one bag of Cheetos. Suddenly, he saw his masters leaving the room to go eat breakfast.
"Now is my chance!" Bumble exclaimed happily.
He left the vending machine and walked in the direction he had seen his family go, but he made a wrong turn into the kitchen. A lady was making food in there, and she accidentally dropped a skillet. Bumble was gone in no time.
He ran through the hotel and went into the lobby, where he saw a few people checking out. He began to nibble on a plant. Bumble turned his head and saw us leaving the dining room.
"Aw who needs them..." Bumble said, "Especially when there is food up on that counter!"
Bumble jumped onto the counter and got inside the breadbox. Nobody saw him run off with a chewed-on bagel in his mouth. He brought it down the hallway and crammed himself behind the vending machine and began to eat his breakfast.
At 9:45, a mouse scurried out of a crack in the wall. Bumble whimpered and followed it. He prowled along watching its every move. The mouse went into the kitchen and Bumble decided not to follow. The cook screamed and there was a deafening crash.
"Good thing I wasn't in there," Bumble sighed with relief, "Or I would be as flat as that mouse is!"
After a second rest stop at the vending machine, he saw us entering the room again. He was about to enter when the door closed by itself. He decided that it was too dangerous to enter that room with the automatic door so he made himself comfortable by a different machine.
Bumble somehow made his way out of the hotel and hopped onto his platform under the van. The van drove for about four more hours before arriving at our destination, Petoskey, Michigan. The van came to a hlat at another hotel and we brough the baggage inside. Bumble climbed out and made the silly mistake of getting seen.
"Bumble!" [my youngest sister] said.
"No [youngest sister], Bumble is far away. He is at sombody's house right now." I said.
Bumble hid behind the back tire on the van and sat down. He got in "bathtub position" and fell asleep. He was suddenly awakened five minutes later when an enormous dually pulled up next to the van. Bumble flew out and hid under another car, just in time for the engine to start running! He ran away again and went behind the hotel.
Behind the hotel, he saw a small flock of seagulls. He crouched very low on the ground and watched intently. After about fifteen minutes, he sprang towards them, but being Bumble, he didn't catch anything and the birds flew away.
Bumble crept back to the parking lot, but the van was gone! He sat down on the sidewalk and waited. He waited some more. After he was through waiting, he smelled his way to a garbage can. He nibbled at a piece of hamburger and jumped back out.
Bumble wandered through Petoskey looking for the van. He ended up by the beach that afternoon. He saw Lake Michigan, seagulls, people, no white van, and buildings. Bumble turned his back on the water and aimlessly walked through town.
The cat ended up in a neighborhood, where a rottweiler saw him! It began to chase him growling and snarling at his back legs. Bumble made a desperate leap ontot the roof of a parked car. The beast below was barking like mad. Bumble uneasily glanced down, but he wasn't about to come down. He curled up on the roof of the car and fell asleep.
When Bumble woke up, it was evening. The rottweiler was nowhere in sight so he came down. He began to walk on his aching legs and he loped through the remainder of the neighborhood ahead of him. He cam upon Big Boy, where he saw the correct white van! He trotted over and climbed on the hood.
"Ramsey, Becka, Mila! I missed you!" Bumble exclaimed.
The dogs certainly didn't and they began barking again.
"I thought you ran away!" Ramsey yelped.
"It was an accident..." Bumble replied.
"Scared of a truck?"
"Get rid of that animal!" Becka barked.
"I wanna play with you! And bite you! And play with you!" Mila said excitedly.
"Uh...no," Bumble said. He turned around and walked to the doors of the restaurant. He snuck in between a man's legs as he opened the door. Bumble walked through the restaurant ignoring the bewildered stares.
"Hey cat!" yelled a waiter.
Bumble decided to leave the restaurant and run for the van. He sat down at the door and the waited opened it, kicked him in the rump, and slammed the door behind him. The sad kitty jumped on top of the van and waited.
A couple hours later, it was nighttime in Petoskey. Bumble was on the spare tire, while the van idled in a parking lot. A few members of his family were still in the van and were laughing about a subject Bumble didn't exactly like.
"I'll bet Bumble is weeping at their house," [my brother] said.
"He's saying 'I miss you and I want a hug!'" I laughed.
"Yeah right," Bumble muttered, "I'm following you like a courageous lion..."
A motorcycle roared up next to the van. Bumble left his "courageous lion" mindset and hunkered down until he was as small as possible. He didn't want to run away or he would get lost again, but he felt he didn't have a choice.
He ran for the building that the rest of the family had entered. An enormous sign on the front of the store read "Wal-Mart". Bumble ran into the store; he almost passed out from all the sights and smells that smacked him in the face. He turned right and fled through the pharmacy.
"Get that cat!" yelled the person at the desk.
"I'm allergic to cats!" yelled a few more people as they kept their distance.
"Attention all customers!" said the P.A., "There is a cat in the building, so use caution if you have allergies!"
Bumble shook off his pursuers and ended up in the cat food aisle. He tore open every bag he could find and sampled a little of each.
"Tuna...chicken...turkey...yuc
ky corn..." said Bumble as he tasted them, "I mist have entered heaven! Except for the corny food, this is so amazing!"
A handcart with a forklift pallet entered the aisle, and Bumble took shelter. He forgot about shelter when he saw the little fishies swimming in their tanks! He sat down for 45 minutes and watched the fish with hardly a blink. He looked for a way to get in, but found nothing.
Bumble soon realized he was lost. He wandered the store looking for something familiar. After a few cat chases, he soon found his family. He followed them around the store, but he kept out of sight. They soon arrived in the food aisle...where Bumble made a rest stop. He ate until he was found and got in loads of trouble. He roamed the aisles again and re-discovered the [my last name] family. After being in the store for an hour and a half, he successfully made it out. He followed his family to the van.
"Doesn't that look a lot like Bumble?" I asked.
"Come to think of it, it does." [my brother] said.
"Look! The red collar with the little jingly thing!" I exclaimed, "It
is Bumble!"
I opened the door and said, "Here kitty."
Bumble began to run. He found his beloved family and jumped into the van and landed in my lap.
"BUMBLE!!!!!" We all yelled.
I dragged him off and tossed him into the back of the van. The dogs were so angry! Barking was heard the entire time we were putting the groceries in. Eventually, the dogs did actually calm down, and Bumble wriggled under the seats and got down under the driver's seat. He sat down on the brake pedal and the lights turned on.
I got up to move Bumble. I removed Becka from her crate and tied her up just like Ramsey and Mila. The disrespectful and disobedient little animal was placed inside the crate, where he yowled for the rest of the vacation.
On the way back home the next week, we stopped by our friend's house. We claimed Bumble's belongings and took him home. The next day, nobody loved Bumble. We were so angry with him for trying to kill himself and pursue the van. At least we knew he loved us that much to actually follow our trail for 500-600 miles just to be with us.
THE END
