What a tangled web we weave... by Hanane from Stepney Greencoat Primary School

Polly the pet parakeet was upstairs in our house minding her own business.  I was up there too eating a toffee crisp and minding my own business and lobbing small chunks at Polly.

I suddenly noticed that she had gone quiet.  When I looked up her beak was firmly clamped in a soggy, sticky mess and she looked at me pitifully.  I looked around for something to help her and didn't notice that Herman, the family dog, had crept into the room.  He barked loudly, leaped onto the remaining toffee crisp, chomped twice and then went quiet, except for a faint whining sound. 

By this time, I was beginning to panic.  I was desperately trying to clean Polly's beak but the whining got louder and louder.  I could hear Mum coming up the stairs.  I ran to the door and slammed it shut and shoved a chair under the door knob.

"What's going on?" she cried.  I could hardly hear her above the whining.

"Nothing!" I shouted back, "Am just practising my violin!"

"Oh, I see!" she said and I could hear her going back down the stairs.

I was somewhat disappointed that she thought that Herman's whining sounded like me playing the violin, but didn't have the time to worry about it.  Herman and Polly were getting quite desperate and the noise levels were increasing.  Everything I used to try to clear the mess just got stuck to the toffee crisp and they were both now covered in tissues, socks and even my favourite Arsenal t-shirt!

I heard Mum coming back up the stairs.

"Are you sure everything is all right?" she asked.

"YES!!" I shouted.  "Go away!"

She went quiet (well I think she did, to be honest I couldn't hear above the racket!)

I put my hand to my head.....yes, you've guessed it...it stuck firmly to my hair.  By this time I was beginning to sob.

The door began to rattle and I knew my time was up!

The door crashed open and Mum rushed into the room.  Well, she tried to rush, her feet stuck to the mess on the floor and she stopped in her tracks.  She toppled over and was soon all stuck together with goo.

The End.

(What do I mean...The End? Well, it is the end.  We are still there.  All stuck in a mash.  We haven't starved to death yet as there is still plenty of toffee crisp about the place and by rationing it out, one crumb at a time, we can last another week or so.  Trouble is, the only person who ever calls is the rent man, and he isn't due for another ten days...)

 

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