Luke ButterscothA Story by Mr. MillsDon't blame me Emri made me do one of these.Format is Stange Luke Butterscotch and
the Two Winged Hamsters A
Strange Fairy Tale Once
upon a time there was a pointy boy called Luke Butterscotch. He was on the way
to see his Alison Thomas, when he decided to take a short cut through Snotchester
Forest. It
wasn't long before Luke got lost. He looked around, but all he could see were
trees. Nervously, he felt into his bag for his favorite toy, Bunny, but Bunny
was nowhere to be found! Luke began to panic. He felt sure he had packed Bunny.
To make matters worse, he was starting to feel hungry. Unexpectedly,
he saw a winged hamster dressed in a red skirt disappearing into the trees. "How
odd!" thought Luke. For
the want of anything better to do, he decided to follow the peculiarly dressed hamster.
Perhaps it could tell him the way out of the forest. Eventually,
Luke reached a clearing. In the clearing were three houses, one made from
swedes, one made from lollipops and one made from biscuits. Luke
could feel his tummy rumbling. Looking at the houses did nothing to ease his
hunger. "Hello!"
he called. "Is anybody there?" Nobody
replied. Luke
looked at the roof on the closest house and wondered if it would be rude to eat
somebody else's chimney. Obviously it would be impolite to eat a whole house,
but perhaps it would be considered acceptable to nibble the odd fixture or lick
the odd fitting, in a time of need. A
cackle broke through the air, giving Luke a fright. A witch jumped into the
space in front of the houses. She was carrying a cage. In that cage was Bunny! "Bunny!"
shouted Luke. He turned to the witch. "That's my toy!" The
witch just shrugged. "Give
Bunny back!" cried Luke. "Not
on your nelly!" said the witch. "At
least let Bunny out of that cage!" Before
she could reply, two winged hamsters rushed in from a footpath on the other
side of the clearing. Luke recognised the one in the red skirt that he'd seen
earlier. The witch seemed to recognize him too. "Hello
Big Hamster," said the witch. "Good
morning." The hamster noticed Bunny. "Who is this?" "That's
Bunny," explained the witch. "Ooh!
Bunny would look lovely in my house. Give it to me!" demanded the hamster. The
witch shook her head. "Bunny is staying with me." "Um... Excuse me..." Luke interrupted. "Bunny lives with me! And not in a cage!" Big
Hamster ignored him. "Is there nothing you'll trade?" he asked the
witch. The
witch thought for a moment, then said, "I do like to be entertained. I'll
release him to anybody who can eat a whole front door." Big
Hamster looked at the house made from biscuits and said, "No problem, I
could eat an entire house made from biscuits if I wanted
to." "That's
nothing," said the next hamster. "I could eat twohouses." "There's
no need to show off," said the witch. Just eat one front door and I'll let
you have Bunny." Luke
watched, feeling very worried. He didn't want the witch to give Bunny to Big
Hamster. He didn't think Bunny would like living with a winged hamster, away
from his house and all his other toys. The
other one hamsters watched while Big Hamster put on his bib and withdrew a
knife and fork from his pocket. "I'll
eat this whole house," said Big Hamster. "Just you watch!" Big
Hamster pulled off a corner of the front door of the house made from lollipops.
He gulped it down smiling, and went back for more. And
more. And
more. Eventually,
Big Hamster started to get bigger - just a little bit bigger at first. But
after a few more fork-fulls of lollipops, he grew to the size of a large
snowball - and he was every bit as round. "Erm...
I don't feel too good," said Big Hamster. Suddenly,
he started to roll. He'd grown so round that he could no longer balance! "Help!"
he cried, as he rolled off down a slope into the forest. Big
Hamster never finished eating the front door made from lollipops and Bunny
remained trapped in the witch's cage. Average Hamster stepped up, and approached
the house made from biscuits. "I'll
eat this whole house," said Average Hamster. "Just you watch!" Average
Hamster pulled off a corner of the front door of the house made from biscuits.
She gulped it down smiling, and went back for more. And
more. And
more. After
a while, Average Hamster started to look a little queasy. She grew greener... ...and
greener. A woodcutter walked into the clearing. "What's this bush doing here?" he asked. "I'm
not a bush, I'm a hamster!" said Average Hamster. "It
talks!" exclaimed the woodcutter. "Those talking bushes are the worst
kind. I'd better take it away before somebody gets hurt." "No!
Wait!" cried Average Hamster, as the woodcutter picked her up. But the
woodcutter ignored her cries and carried the hamster away under his arm. Average
Hamster never finished eating the front door made from biscuits and Bunny
remained trapped in the witch's cage. "That's
it," said the witch. "I win. I get to keep Bunny." "Not
so fast," said Luke. "There is still one front door to go. The front
door of the house made from swedes. And I haven't had a turn yet. "I
don't have to give you a turn!" laughed the witch. "My game. My
rules." The
woodcutter's voice carried through the forest. "I think you should give
him a chance. It's only fair." "Fine,"
said the witch. "But you saw what happened to the hamsters. He won't last
long." "I'll
be right back," said Luke. "What?"
said the witch. "Where's your sense of impatience? I thought you wanted
Bunny back." Luke
ignored the witch and gathered a hefty pile of sticks. He came back to the
clearing and started a small camp fire. Carefully, he broke off a piece of the
door of the house made from swedes and toasted it over the fire. Once it had
cooked and cooled just a little, he took a bite. He quickly devoured the whole
piece. Luke
sat down on a nearby log. "You
fail!" cackled the witch. "You were supposed to eat the whole
door." "I
haven't finished," explained Luke. "I am just waiting for my food to
go down." When
Luke's food had digested, he broke off another piece of the door made from
swedes. Once more, he toasted his food over the fire and waited for it to cool
just a little. He ate it at a leisurely pace then waited for it to digest. Eventually,
after several sittings, Luke was down to the final piece of the door made from
swedes. Carefully, he toasted it and allowed it to cool just a little. He
finished his final course. Luke had eaten the entire front door of the house
made from swedes. The
witch stamped her foot angrily. "You must have tricked me!" she said.
"I don't reward cheating!" "I don't think so!" said a voice. It was the woodcutter. He walked back into the clearing, carrying his axe. "This little boy won fair and square. Now
hand over Bunny or I will chop your broomstick in half." The
witch looked horrified. She grabbed her broomstick and placed it behind her.
Then, huffing, she opened the door of the cage. Luke
hurried over and grabbed Bunny, checking that his favourite toy was all right.
Fortunately, Bunny was unharmed. Luke
thanked the woodcutter, grabbed a quick souvenir, and hurried on to meet
Alison. It was starting to get dark. When
Luke got to Alison's house, his threw her arms around him. "I
was so worried!" cried Alison. "You are very late." As
Luke described his day, he could tell that Alison didn't believe him. So he
grabbed a napkin from his pocket. "What's
that?" asked Alison. Luke
unwrapped a doorknob made from lollipops. "Pudding!" he said. Alison
almost fell off her chair. She actually did and she died. The
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