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| Jimmy and the squirrel | |
| By simon.ward72 | ||||||||||||||||
| 08 April 2006 | ||||||||||||||||
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Hi all my first go at this. I've worked on some childrens stories before with friends who have published work, but this is the first thing ive posted of my own. Sort of based on my own experiences. Cheers Simon Jimmy and the Squirrel Little Jimmy Turner lived in a small house near the edge of the woods. He lived there with his parents, Frank and Mildred, who were kindly folk but also very poor, so poor that sometimes they didn’t have very much to eat and little jimmy would often go to bed with a growl in his tummy. However the warmth of his parents love more than compensated and each night Frank and Mildred would read little Jimmy a story before he went to sleep, allowing a welcome distraction to the feelings of starvation and malnutrition. The thing in Jimmy’s life that made him most sad however was that he was an only child. Due to his parent’s severe poverty, which was mainly thanks to his dad’s inability to secure regular employment, the Turners decided that until their situation improved they could not afford to have any more children. This upset little jimmy as he always had to play on his own. He didn’t have any other friends either as the other children at school called him bad names and made fun of his shabby clothes. While the other children at school would compare their latest fancy sneakers, shiny new bicycle or Macintosh’s latest variation of the ‘ipod’ MP3 player, poor jimmy had been wearing the same trousers for the last 3 years (an old pair of his fathers that he was still a long way from growing in to) and cruel words such as ‘smelly’ and ‘pikey’ would be shouted at him throughout the day. Sometimes the bullying got much worse, and on one occasion poor little jimmy was hospitalized with a suspected fractured skull. So Jimmy would often play alone in the woods near to the house and although he had no friends he was fortunate to be blessed with a wonderful imagination and often those woods would become full of adventure. Sometimes jimmy was a pirate searching for buried treasure, his swarthy shipmates there by his side, other times he was a solider, hunting for Germans who had been hiding in the woods after their planes had crashed, shot out of the sky by our brave pilots. Jimmy and his battalion would mercilessly destroy any Germans they came across, either with a shot to the head, or by running them through. Then one summer’s day jimmy came across a squirrel in the middle of a clearing in the woods. It was sitting their quite happily eating an acorn and looking at jimmy with a quizzical look. Jimmy stared back and to his surprise after a few moments the squirrel bounded over to him and began to friendlily sniff at his legs. Jimmy was thrilled; he leant down and gently stroked the squirrel’s head, which it seemed to enjoy very much. Each day for a week jimmy would return to the same clearing at the same time, and each day there he would find the squirrel, seemingly waiting for him. Jimmy even began smuggling scraps of food off his plate to bring to the squirrel, whom he had named Stuart. This was to the detriment of jimmys health as he was already dangerously underfed, but the joy it brought him to feed Stuart bits of potatoe waffle more than made up for the signs of deterioration that where now plain to see on poor jimmy body. Stuart began to sit on Jimmy’s shoulder and they would have such larks in the woods together. Jimmy began to believe that Stuart was no ordinary squirrel and that he did in fact have strange powers and even a human intellect inside his small and furry exterior. Sometimes it seemed to jimmy that a voice was in his head, coming from Stuart, the voice would give him strange instructions and tell him disturbing stories about his father. There was something about Stuarts eyes that was also very mysterious. One day jimmy decided to take Stuart into the house to meet his parents and even join them for tea. His mum had been thrilled and thought Stuart was very cute indeed, however there seemed to be a strange animosity between Stuart and jimmys father, it was like this wasn’t the first time they had met and at dinner they gave each other unusual looks. Jimmys father barley said a word. The following day while jimmy was at school Jimmy’s father went into the woods to find Stuart. An unpleasant confrontation followed which resulted in Jimmys father tying Stuart to a brick and throwing him into the river. Later that day when jimmy returned from school his father explained what had happened and showed him the soggy dead body of Stuart still tied to the brick. It was for the best his father had said. Little jimmy ran to his room and cried and cried. He was alone again. Although it was a hard lesson for jimmy it taught him the meaning of loss and helped prepare him for the trials and tribulations that would face him in his adult life.
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