Storytelling Week 2: Kinder-God-ten

Once upon a time, Maria didn't know how to write. She wondered why she'd even bothered to take a class that required so very much writing. She sat thinking and wondering, hoping and praying, until finally she dozed off...

Suddenly Maria was no longer sitting at her homework desk, but in a...classroom? Why yes, that was what it appeared to be. She glanced around the room, eyes wide and befuddled; where in the world was she? She couldn't remember just what she'd been doing before she'd arrived in the classroom and she did not have much time to think it over as a loud bell rang and small children began to fill the room. 

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“Peter stole my teddy bear!” Shouted Michael as he entered the classroom, “Andrew, Arthur, you have to help me get Fluffy Helen back!” The little boy demanded as he stomped to his desk, two other boys following behind him.

“Stupid Peter,” Arthur grumbled and Andrew nodded his head in silent agreement. “We’ll get Helen back.” He assured his friend, grasping Michael by the shoulders as he looked sternly into his eyes. “We’ll get her, I promise.”

“Yeah, just wait until recess. Peter won’t even know what hit him.” Andrew added with a confident little smirk.

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At snack time the children sat in groups with their friends as cookies were passed around to them. Arthur glanced down at his napkin of cookies and felt that there were far too little. So he turned his attention to a small group of kids, the shy ones, and set his sights on Christopher. Christopher was Peter’s cousin and since Peter had started all of the trouble it seemed fair enough for Arthur to take Christopher’s cookies. (At least, in five-year-old logic.)

Arthur took Christopher’s cookies without an ounce of regret or apology. He was even so pleased with himself that he shared an extra cookie with his friend Andrew. Soon after Christopher approached their group, tears in his eyes as he pleaded for the return of his cookies. Arthur refused and Christopher was sent away.

However, Andrew saw Christopher hurry to tell the teacher and almost immediately she began to walk in their direction. “Arthur,” he began, “you have to give him the cookies back or we’re all gonna get in trouble.”

“Why should I? They’re my cookies now.” Arthur argued.

“The teacher is coming! I’m not gonna get in trouble because of something I didn’t even do!” Andrew argued.

“Fine, then you give back the cookie you got from Christopher.” Arthur returned spitefully. “I’m keeping mine and there’s nothing you can do about it.”

Andrew sighed in frustration and began to speak again but was interrupted by their teacher. She scolded them fiercely, took all of their cookies, and told the boys that neither would be allowed to attend recess.

“Way to go,” Andrew growled at Arthur, “now I’m in trouble for something I didn’t even do!” Before Arthur could say anything in return, Andrew left the group and went to sit elsewhere.

Too be continued. . .

Author's Note
Homer's Iliad

So I pretty much kept a good portion of the plot the same. Except everyone has 'modern-ish' names, are all about five years old, a teddy instead of a wife was taken away, and the spoils of war are cookies instead of women. I'm actually having quite a bit of fun with this and can't wait to finish it. ( I intend to keep doing so as I finish the story, but since I only managed to complete one reading diary thus far, I want to finish my story after completing the second reading diary.) 





Andrew Achilles

Menelaus Michael

Paris Peter

Hector Henry

Helen Haley

Athena Alexis

Aphrodite Amanda

Zeus Zack

Hera Heather

Agamemnon Arthur