Siegfried the Orange, brave Viking warrior, explores another side of himself. Featuring two new stories: “Brain Pirates,” a story about the what happens when the voices in your head are swashbuckling problem-solvers, written by Niko, an 8 year old from North Carolina, and “Camel Humps,” the story of how a camel lost and regained his most important attribute, written by a 5 year old from Oregon named Paloma.
Scroll down for the original stories behind the episode!
Illustration by Camila Franklin
Original Stories
Brain Pirates
by Niko, age 8, North Carolina
Once upon a time there was a pirate that lived in someone’s head. And its crew fought off problems. And then there was a very scary problem. But the crew was ready. And once that person fell asleep, they started attacking the problem. But, it turns out it was all a dream.
Camel Humps
by Paloma, age 5, Oregon
This story is about a camel who loves his hump. He loved to touch his hump. One day a mouse came up and ate his hump! He ran back to his farm and told his owners “a mouse ate my hump! I need a new hump!” they tried a person and a boat for a new hump and it didn’t work. So he ran to his camel friends house to ask for help. He sang them a song that went “dear friends. Dear friends. I need some help. I wish for help. I wish for help”.
No one answered. So he went back to his owners. Everyone cared about him, because they were his owners. He was a smart camel. So what he did is he went to his friends olivia and lily and they gave him golden hump. His old one was green.
THE END
Story Spark
Niko, who wrote “Brain Pirates" is presenting this week's Story Spark!
Write a story about a mysterious door. What if some kids looked through the keyhole, but on the other side of the door they saw the moon? What happens when they go through the door, and who (or what) is waiting for them on the other side?
Roll Call Stories
Frank The Zucchini
by Lydia, age 9, Idaho
Once there was a zucchini named Frank. He was a giant zucchini. Frank heard his owners talking about dinner. Good, Frank thought. I'm hungry. Then they said they were having zucchini souffle! Oh no! Thought Frank. Their going to eat me! So Frank made a plan to escape that night. At precily midnight, Frank began his plan. He squeezed his eyes shut. (Even though he didn't have any.) And he tried his hardest to sprout himself some legs. Pop! He had his very own legs! He wiggled out of the fridge. He ploped on the kichen floor. He scurried across the living room to the door. Finally he opened up the door. He ran outside shouting, I'm Free! When I was morning an old lady who couldn't see well thought he was a little boy. She gave him some cloths and they lived happily ever after. The End.
Don’t Put Pets On Your Head
by Maya, age 4, New Jersey
Don't Put Pets on Your Head Don't put cats on your head Because even if they aren't real They could still scratch you And boop you on your head And that's why you shouldn't put cats on it. Don't put dogs on your head They might scratch you too I never put Betty on my head I learned that from Betty Don't put things that fall on your head Or puppets They might dingle down
The Boy Who Could Breathe Fire
by Andrew, age 6, Texas
Once there was a boy. His mom lit a candle and he loved to smell candles, so he smelled the candle. But the fire went up his nose and then he could breathe out fire from his nose. Then he became a superhero.
Just U
by Ari, age 7, Florida
"Welcome to the great art contest. I am Billy Bam Bo. Here is the first contestant, Just U. Really, that is his name? Jerry, is this correct?" "Yes" said Jerry. "All right then, here comes Just U. Oh, wow, that is some Bad Art [sung]. It is so bad. The show is cancelled. Go home people! Why did you make your art so bad?" "Because it is Bad Art [sung]. I know, I can't stop. I flunked every grade. I am bad at everything." "Still, it is Bad Art [sung]. Well, leave my studio. And never, ever, ever, ever, ever come back!!" That wasn't the last we saw of him, but, I don't want to tell you that story- it's not pretty. "One more time, that was really Bad Art [sung]. The end.
