It’s story cube time again in school, my friends. If you enjoy a good tale made up of random ideas drawn from 9 picture die and told by an 11 year old and an 8 year old (with the help of their clever mother), then this is the story for you.
I now present to you: The Funny, Little Elf and The Ghost
Once upon a time, there was a mysterious lock… on a door… in a house. No one knew what the lock went to. It was magical. Now, there was a funny little elf. This elf would take his funny little elf bike and ride around the neighborhood until one day he saw a new house. It was mysterious and weird to him because he knew all the houses in the neighborhood, he knew everyone in the neighborhood and he knew everything about the neighborhood. He went up to this mysterious, new house and knocked on the door. When no one answered right away, he tapped his foot loudly and huffed then knocked impatiently, even louder. Suddenly, a ghost answered the door and went “Bbblllllbblblblbllll!!!” The elf jumped practically out of his skin! He was confused by all this and annoyed but mostly confused.
He went home to ponder the meaning of it all. He pulled out this lucky abacus. It always gave him the correct answers to the most difficult math questions so he was sure it could help him solve the mystery of the new house with the magical lock. He stared at the abacus for days. Finally, he knew what to do. The abacus told him to fly a rocket up into space and look down on the earth and say, “What’s wrong with you world?” He had to do this because the abacus told him to.
When he came back down to earth from space, he landed on his house (with a mouse in it) and crushed both the house and the mouse. (It was a sad day for the mouse’s family.) He was extremely mad about all this so he found a tree with a large tree trunk, big enough carve an entirely new house out of the trunk. He decided to live in the tree from then on.
However, while all this was fun, it still hadn’t helped him solve the mystery of the house with the magical lock. He knew he needed to look for clues. So he dressed in his very best Sherlock Holmes costume and began to search the neighborhood for clues that would tell him the secret of the house.
First, he talked with a tree that had a face. The tree said, “Bblbllblblblblblbl!” The elf replied, “Oogie, oogie, oogie.” To which the tree said, “Well, sir, I don’t know anything about the house other than that there is an old man living in the house that died yesterday!” At this the tree used his mighty branches to push the elf down into a mud puddle. Now, the elf’s feet were ever so dirty, as well as the rest of him, but mostly his feet. He went to go wash off his dirty feet and happened to find some footprints… covered in gold! He picked up the golden footprints and made millions of dollars.
With his newfound wealth, he hired the world’s best living detective, Batman. Batman called the Justice League and they all went over to the mysterious house to solve the mystery. What they found has astounded everyone who has heard this tale. They found a….
And then the funny little elf, grew to be an old man. He never told anyone what they found. But he did move into the house and had lots of girly tea parties with the ghost.