Eric discovers a magic pen that brings his ideas to life. Featuring two new stories: “The Mythical Hotdog Tradition,” about one hot dog’s journey up Mt. Frankfurter to discover his personal condiment, and a prequel to that story, “The Origin of the Mythical Hotdog,” about how the Mythical Hotdog came to be in the first place, both written by an 11 year old from Pennsylvania named Keenan.
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The Mythical Hot Dog Tradition
by Keenan, age 11. Pennsylvania
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The Origin of the Mythical Hot Dog Tradition
by Keenan, age 11. Pennsylvania
Roll Call Stories
The Day It Rained Forever
by Thatcher, age 11, Georgia
“Just another day. Gonna eat my breakfast. Yummmmmmmmm. Gotta…MOM!”
“What is it honey?” “It's raining.” “so?” “Really hard might I add.” “Grace, a little rain doesn't hurt anybody.” “What about people who are allergic to water?” “GRACE!” “What? I'm just sayin.” “Just go and get dressed out of those pj’s.”Ten minutes later. “I'm finally dressed.” “Wait a second, WATER IS DRIPPING FROM MY CEILING. DAD!” “What is Grace?” “water is dripping from my ceiling.” “Oh my. Just put a bucket where it is drippin.” 9 days later, “Oh my goodness! It has been raining for 9 days straight.” “Huh.” Grace's dad said. “Wait a second. Grace said, "Is that 400 alien spaceships dumping water…”
The Dog’s Revenge
by Emmett, age 8, Illinois
Once upon a time there was a Griddysaurus named Jeff. In case you don’t know, a Griddysaurus is a cross between a Brontosaurus and a T-rex and griddys everywhere.
Jeff loved dogs and cats. Every day he met the dogs and said, “Hello little doggies.” The dogs ran from him. He walked up to the cats and said, “Hello little kitties.” The cats always purred when they saw him.
One day he could not find the kitties and he figured out that they had been kidnapped by an excessively big dog named Gas Giant*. Jeff and Gas Giant had a big fight and guess who won? If you guessed Jeff, then YOU’RE RIGHT. He did it by popping him with the griddy and he deflated into a Weiner dog. Anyway, they freed all the cats, and the dogs were nicer to Jeff, and they lived happily ever after.
THE END
*He farts a lot
The Day of the Dinosaur Pears
by Nina, age 7, New York
Once upon a time, there was a shark. (It did not like pears.)
There is also a pear tree in this story.
"Wait, there cannot be a pear tree in this story," the shark said. "Narrator, please."
"Fine," said the narrator.
The pear tree said: "Hi guy!"
"Ugh, fine," the shark said. "Anyway, I'm not a guy- I'm a dinosaur."
"No you're not," said the pear tree. "All dinosaurs are pears."
"What?" said the shark.
"Ah, yes," said the pear tree. "You see, once the dinosaurs roamed the earth. And then, a giant pear smashed the earth, turning all dinosaurs into pears. Since then, no one has ever seen dinosaurs-- only pears."
"Oh," said the shark. "Well, let's go find the pears!"
"Wait!" said the pear tree. "Our aunt pear told us all this."
"Too late," said the shark.
The end!