Now, this book did have illustrations, but as I am feeling incredibly lazy on this particular day, I will not put them in. Perhaps later in life I will redo this blog post and put the pictures in. I don't know. We'll see.
Anyway, here's Indy and the Kidnapper written by 9 year old me!
Once upon a time there was a beautiful little girl named Indy. She lives in a valley and in a small cottage with her mom. Every morning Indy would climb up the mountains (they were really hills, but they were so big they were the size of mountains) and sing for an hour with the birds and the deer. At night she would go into the forest and sing for an hour with the deer, birds, raccoons, and wolves.
One morning when Indy was walking up the mountain an evil man wrapped her up in rope, raped her mouth shut, and took her away. Indy tried and tried to get lose but she couldn't. The man took her to his nasty cottage and strapped her to a chair and asked, "Where is your valley's bank?"
"I shall never tell you, never ever, ever," Indy replied.
"I'll just not give you any food or water until you tell me then."
The next morning Indy got sick of not eating or drinking so she started to sing. All of the animals came. They untied her. Indy gave them all a hug and then said, "You guys can go now. This I must do." All of the animals left in a hurry. Indy took a stick and kicked down the door. "You can't kidnap me and get away with it."
The kidnapper grabbed a stick, and they started to fight. After five minutes Indy finally broke the kidnapper's stick. Indy tied him up in rope and taped his mouth shut. Indy sang and the animals came. She sat him upon two deer and she rode on a wolf. When they got to a really big hill, they dropped him. Indy gave them all hugs and promised them she would come back at night and show them all the good drinking areas, homes, and where to get fabulous food.
Then, Indy ran to catch up with him. Indy picked him up and walked him to the sheriff.
"Mister, this guy kidnapped me and I would really like it if you would take him off of my hands," Indy said.
"Are you Indy?" the policeman asked.
"Yes, I am."
"Now, please take him away. He is really heavy."
"Oh, sorry," the police said.
He came back and said, "What did he do to you?"
"Well, he tied me up in rope, taped my mouth shut, yelled at me, and didn't feed me or give me water."
"Stay right there," he said. When he came back he had a ton of papers.
He sat them on his desk and started to call people. After three minutes a lot of people started to come with a ton of food. Indy was incredibly happy. She gave people hugs, talked, and ate almost all of the food. Indy's mom bought Indy a dog so she could protect herself better. Indy was even happier than she was before.
Yes, you're welcome for that wonderful tale.
Notes on the book:
I would just like to say how incredibly proud of myself that I said "shall" at the age of nine. *pats myself on the back*
"Now, please take him away. He is really heavy." Okay, that's just funny to me for some reason:)
I feel I truly summed up who I am by this one sentence: "She gave people hugs, talked, and ate almost all of the food."
And can I just express how difficult it was to copy this on here without correcting my grammar mistakes!!! I caught myself at least eighty-three and a half times putting a comma between a dependent and independent clause.
But yeah! I hope you guys enjoyed my little book!!
The world is your oyster!
Remember: tickling is no longer fun if the person who is being tickled pees their pants.
You're a pretty cool dude, I guess.