My parents always come in my room and say, “This room is a pig sty.” I don’t get it. There may be bugs in my room. There may be skunks in my room. But There are definitely no pigs in my room. OK, back to the story.
One day my mom came into my room and said, “Just look at this mess.” So I looked at it.
“Now what do you want me to do?” I said.
“Be quiet for a second,” she said. “This room is a pig sty.” (See, I told you.) “I want you to clean this room right now!” This was bad news. “But Mom,” I complained, “I haven’t cleaned this room in three centuries. One more, and I will have broken the world record.”
“Well, then go to Guinness you can’t,” Mom snapped. “You’re going to clean this room.”
“But Mom…”
“Now!” she yelled and then left the room.
“Well, room, I guess it’s just you and me,” I said to myself. I had decided the first thing I would do is take out the trash. I walked over to the garbage can and saw a pile of garbage bigger than Mt. Everest!
“OK,” I thought. “How am I doing to do this?” Suddenly, I had an idea. I took off my hat and took from it some mountain climbing gear. I always keep some mountain climbing gear in my hat. Hey, doesn’t everybody? Anyway, I started to climb up the trash. It took about two hours. Once I got to the top, I took out a match. Then I lit all the garbage on fire.
“Well, that takes care of that,” I said. Then I decided to put the dirty clothes in the hamper, but after one step in that pile of clothes, I started sinking.
“Help!” I screamed. “Help! I’m sinking in a pile of dirty clothes! Help!” No reply. I was finally able to walk, but the pile of clothes walked with me.
“Soon I won’t be able to breath,” I thought, “and these clothes really stink.” Then I had an idea. It was risky but worth it. I walked over to the hamper. The clothes were still around me, and I jumped in. Now with the clothes in the hamper, I was able to escape. However, the hamper had so much dirty clothes in it that it fell through the ground. Now that I was done with the clothes, I decided to put the toys in their boxes.
When I started to put the toys away, I heard a harsh voice say, “Try to dig up me treasure? I don’t think so, matey.” I turned around and saw an angry pirate staring right at me.
“The name’s Blackbeard,” he said. “ I don’t know how ye found me treasure, but if you want to live you’ll have to beat me in a duel.” Then he handed me a sword and got ready to fight.
“I’m a goner,” I thought, but then I looked over my head and saw a lightbulb. I had an idea!
“Wait a minute,” I said. “If you’re Blackbeard then what are you doing here?” I thought he had died years ago.
“A good point you have there, matey,” he said. Then he dropped dead on the floor.
I put the rest of the toys away, and guess what? There really was a treasure chest under there. I got my mom and told her I was done. She came into my room and screamed.
“You didn’t clean it,” she said. “You just made it worse.” I looked and saw she was right. On my floor was a dead pirate. Half the room was on fire, and there was a hole in the ground.
Oh, well. Back to cleaning.
The End
One day my mom came into my room and said, “Just look at this mess.” So I looked at it.
“Now what do you want me to do?” I said.
“Be quiet for a second,” she said. “This room is a pig sty.” (See, I told you.) “I want you to clean this room right now!” This was bad news. “But Mom,” I complained, “I haven’t cleaned this room in three centuries. One more, and I will have broken the world record.”
“Well, then go to Guinness you can’t,” Mom snapped. “You’re going to clean this room.”
“But Mom…”
“Now!” she yelled and then left the room.
“Well, room, I guess it’s just you and me,” I said to myself. I had decided the first thing I would do is take out the trash. I walked over to the garbage can and saw a pile of garbage bigger than Mt. Everest!
“OK,” I thought. “How am I doing to do this?” Suddenly, I had an idea. I took off my hat and took from it some mountain climbing gear. I always keep some mountain climbing gear in my hat. Hey, doesn’t everybody? Anyway, I started to climb up the trash. It took about two hours. Once I got to the top, I took out a match. Then I lit all the garbage on fire.
“Well, that takes care of that,” I said. Then I decided to put the dirty clothes in the hamper, but after one step in that pile of clothes, I started sinking.
“Help!” I screamed. “Help! I’m sinking in a pile of dirty clothes! Help!” No reply. I was finally able to walk, but the pile of clothes walked with me.
“Soon I won’t be able to breath,” I thought, “and these clothes really stink.” Then I had an idea. It was risky but worth it. I walked over to the hamper. The clothes were still around me, and I jumped in. Now with the clothes in the hamper, I was able to escape. However, the hamper had so much dirty clothes in it that it fell through the ground. Now that I was done with the clothes, I decided to put the toys in their boxes.
When I started to put the toys away, I heard a harsh voice say, “Try to dig up me treasure? I don’t think so, matey.” I turned around and saw an angry pirate staring right at me.
“The name’s Blackbeard,” he said. “ I don’t know how ye found me treasure, but if you want to live you’ll have to beat me in a duel.” Then he handed me a sword and got ready to fight.
“I’m a goner,” I thought, but then I looked over my head and saw a lightbulb. I had an idea!
“Wait a minute,” I said. “If you’re Blackbeard then what are you doing here?” I thought he had died years ago.
“A good point you have there, matey,” he said. Then he dropped dead on the floor.
I put the rest of the toys away, and guess what? There really was a treasure chest under there. I got my mom and told her I was done. She came into my room and screamed.
“You didn’t clean it,” she said. “You just made it worse.” I looked and saw she was right. On my floor was a dead pirate. Half the room was on fire, and there was a hole in the ground.
Oh, well. Back to cleaning.
The End
* A Note from the proud Mother - Nachi won the Dean's Writing Award for this story.
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