Mr. Man

What happens when the town mayor forgets something very important every single day? And what happens when that very important thing is…wearing pants? Find out in today’s brand new story, by a 10 year old from Canada named Iris. 

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Illustration by Camila Franklin

Mr. Man

by Iris, age 10, Canada

IMr. man is the mayor of Notice-Ville, except there is one problem he never notices to put pants on in the morning. Every morning he walks out of his house [all nice and happy] and then some one says" hey Mr. man, you forgot to put your pants on." This would happen every day in till the town's people were mad. The town they lived in was called Notice-Ville but what good is that name if our mayor can't even notice he is not wearing pants . This what everybody in the town thought. so they took Mr. man to see Relda. Relda is the town's local witch. She is older then the town itself. [The town is 150 years old.] Mr. man walked up to Relda's small house, he knocked on the door three times and the door opened. Mr. man gasped when he walked in. The inside of the house was as big as the town itself, with shelves and shelves full of books with titles that Mr. man had never seen or heard of before. " Hello darling " said a voice behind Mr. man. "Ahhhhh" screamed Mr. man. " I hear you need a potion, here you go now give me 5000 bucks" Relda said. " but...." Mr. man stated to say. " no buts just give me the money" Relda said . "Ok" said Mr. man, reluctanly gave her the money and drank the potion. The next day Mr. man put on his pants in the morning. The potion worked thought Mr. man, and everybody lived happly ever after. THE END

Roll Call Stories

The Girl Who Didn’t Like Her House

by Clara, age 6, Indiana

Once upon a time, there was a girl who didn't like her house. "I do not like my house. My house does not have any cookies! My house has spiders all over the house! It is creepy in here. It smells like dead mosquitoes. I have to play with bugs. It's ok? The end.

All Joe Wanted

by Maxwell, age 9, UK

All Joe wanted was baked beans but his mum gave him broccoli and a cheese and onion sandwich. Joe hates broccoli. He loves baked beans.

Joe was sitting quietly at the table in the kitchen. He was pushing his food around the plate because he didn't want to eat it. His mom left quickly to go to the bathroom because she was sick of Joe playing with his food.

All of sudden, the kitchen door bust open. Benjamin Franklin, Joe's dog, makes a grand entrance. As a large, black Labrador, BF (short for Benjamin Franklin), had a gigantic appetite.

Since Joe and BF were alone in the kitchen, Joe slyly slide his broccoli and half of his sandwich on the floor. BF gobbled it up as quick as a lightning bolt.

Joe's mum came back in the room. She was really happy to see half of Joe's plate gone. Joe asked if he could have baked beans.

As Joe was eating his baked beans, BF barfed up some of the broccoli. BF hates broccoli too!

The end.

Super Smell

by Penny, age 8, New Jersey

Once upon a time there was a dinosaur that chewed on his hands. He chewed on them for 2 ½ years, and when he took them out of his mouth, they were ZOMBIE HANDS. The zombie hands were magic! They could destroy buildings and stuff.

“Who will help us?” the desperate townspeople cried.

“I will!” It was Super Sniff! The super hero who could smell like anything she wanted.

“Oh boy, hi, Super Smell! Do you know what my least favorite smell is?” the dinosaur asked.

Super Smell replied “No.”

“Smoke!”

So Super Smell used her powers to smell like smoke, and the dinosaur grew bigger.

“Haha!” the dinosaur evily laughed. “I tricked you!”

But then, Super Smell had an idea. “Eureka!” she said. “Be right back dinosaur.” Super Smell went back home and browsed the internet for “dinosaur’s least favorite smell.” The answer was farts! So she went back to the dinosaur and used her powers to smell like farts.

Once upon a time there was a dinosaur that chewed on his hands and got defeated by the one and only…Super Smell!

The end!