September 3, 2008

• Story Challenge!

  
  

  Story Challenge Round 3:
  5 glorious words emerged from the depths of the last round
  StewieIsMyHero.  I have been gifted to continue this on for the greater
  good or awesomeness of all blogging. Those words being: Pearls, furious,
  coyote, koolaid, and window.

                                                                                                                                          
  

  Not all days are the same, but some give deep meaning to making your personal
  dreams come true. In the days of being a kid, I look back and reflect upon but
  one memories of epic proportion. I was in 2nd grade and I believe it was
  "sharing time" in which, in confidentiality, we as a class would
  express our wild imaginations to the full extent, similar to that of discovering
  fireworks and blowing stuff up as little rascals.

  "I ALWAYS DREAMED OF HAVING A SWIMMING POOL FULL OF TWINKLES!" I yell
  out, when it was my turn. The room filled with laughter and creative juices of
  all the 7 year olds in the classroom erupted like a fiery volcano. Motions of
  swimming and diving left the room in an uproar of chaos and hysteria, even Mrs.
  Dun-Ruiz was laughing as loud if not louder than us kids.

  Mrs. Dun Ruiz was my favorite teacher in elementary school, always wore a
  necklace of Pearls and claimed she got them when she was a working as an
  oyster diver of the coast of Australia
  before becoming a teacher. She would always tell us great stories about her
  adventures diving for pearls.

  The stories were only told if we as a class were good and well behaved during
  the week and if so, she then would put a hand full of styrofoam into a glass
  fishbowl. When it was filled, which took about 5-6 hand fulls, she tell us an
  adventure she had at the end of next week. As she need to prepare for it.

  It was a most excellent event when this happened. Not only did we get 3 hour
  stories with show and tell of artifacts and buried treasures that she
  accumulated over her "Crocodile Dundee" days, but she would supply
  all we could eat popcorn and all we could drink Koolaid! It was like
  going to the movies, but better. Somehow 3 hours went by so fast, but it was
  fantastic as there was no classroom work or homework on those days for the
  weekend. Talk about sweet rewards!

  The best story she ever told us was quite graphic for 2nd graders, but she was
  careful not to scare us or gross us out too much. She was attacked by some
  hungry sharks. She described them as small and friendly as first, but when she
  realized they started swarming her and her diving buddy they realized that they
  were there for a meal.

   In a matter of seconds, 3 sharks simultaneously, in a Furious rage,
  went for her left leg. One at the knee, one at the inner thigh, and one at her ankle,
  the savage beast ripped at her. She realized that she cut her leg on some coral
  as her partner and her was were swimming close to the ocean floor. The blood
  from this brought a feeding frenzy upon her poor leg. Luckily they were
  just small 4 foot sharks and weren’t capable of pulling her away too far from
  her diving partner, Dave, which was armed with a harpoon and a divers knife.

  Dave was an ex- Army Ranger and was capable of underwater fighting. After about
  3-5 minutes, which seemed like an eternity underwater, and a few battle scars
  to add to his collection; he had already accumulated many badges of honor from
  other various animal attacks during wilderness survival training in the army,
  including one incident in which he killed a Coyote for food.

  "NOT TRUE!" "LAIR!" "WE WANT PROOF!" came
  screaming out of our mouths.

  She was shocked from such a response from us, but with all the snack food in
  your stomachs and being crammed into our mouths all at once, we were full of
  energy and out for regime change! That's when the phrase, "WHAT HAS BEEN
  SEEN, CANNOT BE UNSEEN" was formed into my mind along with the rest of the
  class.

  She rolled back her left jean pant leg up to her knee and the scars and disfiguration
  of shark bites was all too real. I remember half the class, including myself, running
  to the open Window and hurling chunks. I will never for get that day,
  the day we found out why she walked so funny.

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