Adam Rosebeck
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Raising Two children during the Pandemic, Stories will be from our times together during the lockdowns/restrictions, plus poems from the past. Can't spell and horrible at punctuation. Hope you all enjoy our stories and adventures.
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Day 5, Day 9
Once Grizwalt renamed his Cherry Popsicle to "Cold Rainy Crayon," I knew the hours of peace we had now hung in the balance. The amazing flavor of "CRC" caused The Bear King to raise it up to the stars and Moon as he hollered "Disis Alicius!" This act was done with such force "CRC's" body separated from his stick skeleton, his now hollow body plummeting to the ground below. Enraged by this ultimate flavor betrayal, as "CRC" hit the carpet (Grizwalt now wearing his brand new out of the package 3T-4T White Sox) raised his right foot and stomped "CRC's" remains into the carpet. Almost to show all other foods and non-foods alike, you don't run when The Bear King is eating you. The younger brother Deaodin, sensing/smelling or "using the force" appeared from his blanket den. He waddled to the scene of defiance, not to be out done by his older brother The Wolf King got down on all fours and with a savage giggle began sucking the now warming innards of "CRC" right form the carpet. I could not allow this. I arm myself with the largest frying pan lid as my shield, a roll of paper towels as my spear, I am the One Man Phalanx. Deaodin in such a feeding frenzy, my spear thrusts have no effect on him. From behind, Grizwalt brings forth his Primitive siege machine, The Kitchen Chair! The battle with Deaodin is vicious, at one point he managed to disarm me. Being outmaneuvered with Grizwalt to my flank, out manned, I had no choice but to fall back to my Kitchen Stronghold. Once inside the safety of my walls I could see The Wolf King still eating the remains of "CRC" and in one last act of Defiance by The Bear King set the stage for days to come. Standing atop his siege engine, he removed the very sock he stomped poor "CRC" with, raised it above his head then proceeded to suck every last drop of flavor out of his sock, throwing the now flavorless sock at eh gates of my keep, laughing in Triumph. The Day was Lost but The Kitchen Still STANDS!
By Adam Rosebeck4 years ago in Fiction
