Tales of Yore

[Delthion]

Wow...it's very good for a six year old, lacking a storyline...

[James Gryphon]

If I had anything from when I was six, I doubt I'd be able to post it -- my handwriting's always been bad, and anything I wrote at that age would probably be illegible.

[Delthion]

If I was interested my career is already set for being a doctor, my handwriting is mostly illegible, even I can't really read it!

[Jukka the Sling]

Wow...it's very good for a six year old, lacking a storyline...

Um... thanks?


Thought I would mention that John was supposed to be the oldest.

Chapter Three: Stolen Horses

The children kept busy for a while, with their sort of game, while Grandpa and Grandma listened. So did Papa and Mama. John's favirite colour was Black, and his other favirte colour was Purple!

"I Never knew a boy who had a favirite colour which is usually a girl's favirite colour." Beth burst out laughing.

"Beth," said Mama, "why did you laugh at John's favirite colour?"

"Because his favirite colour is Purple!", said Beth.

"Oh, now I know what you mean," said Mama.

Then Mama added, "We are going to camp pretty soon."

Soon a fire was lighted. It was now quite dark, but once they had a fire going, it was very light. Soon after a quick supper, soon every-one fell asleep.

In the morning, Beth was awakend by the sound of voices talking. Beth rubbed her eyes, and shivered when her papa said to her Mama, "Well, Bess, what do you think we'll do with-out our horses?"

"Well, maybe someone will come by and get help for us," said Mama hopefully.

Beth could not wait to hear anymore! She went to wake up Grandpa.

"Oh, Grandpa!" she screamed. Her screaming woke every-body.

"What is it?" asked every-body at the same time, including Mama and Papa.

"You know what," Mama and Papa," she sobbed. "The horses."

"Horse theivs!" "Horse theivs!" shouted Grandpa. He was out of the wagon with-out wasting any time! He ran for the path in the grass! Papa and the boys followed! All of them in their pajamas!

It was not until late in the after-noon, that the others returned, all very tired and thirsty and very, very, hungry, because as I told you, they did not waste any time getting out of the wagon.

"Mark," said Mama. "We were very afraid for you today."

"Yes, we were," Beth spoke up.

"No need to worrey, Bess," Papa comforted Mama.



Gotta go, so I'll post more later.