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Anyone who wants to know about my current writing activities [Dec. 23rd, 2003|08:13 pm]
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So, I managed to do some writing recently, and I'm including it here. What it is, is a personalized story for my 5-year-old niece, Eva Weis.



Eva Weis was waiting. Young girls had to do that a lot sometimes.

Right now, she was waiting for something to happen. Something was going to happen. She could tell.

She didn’t expect to see a polar bear walk up to her house, and ring the doorbell!

Although she normally would never answer the door to a stranger, even if he was a polar bear, she decided that polar bears only rang doorbells in stories. In stories, little girls could do things they wouldn’t do normally.

“How do you do,” the bear said. “Am I speaking to Eva Weis? My name is Comfy Bogart, and I was hoping to meet with Eva.”

Eva wasn’t sure what to do, exactly. She knew that little girls shouldn’t talk to strangers. But, she also knew that polar bears didn’t talk in the real world. That meant that this really was a story, and she could probably talk to a strange bear.

“Yes, I’m Eva. Why are you here?” Eva said.

“Well, as you can probably see, I’m a polar bear. My home is at the north pole. Santa Claus is my next-door neighbor.”

“Really?” asked Eva, delighted to meet someone who lived next to Santa Claus.

“Well,” Comfy replied, “I don’t actually have a door, so I can’t really be a next-door neighbor. But I do live right next to his house, which is right down the road from his workshop.”

That was good enough for Eva; living right next to Santa Claus must be exciting, door or no door.

“In fact,”, Comfy said, “I’m coming to ask your help. Santa’s reindeer were outside playing some of their reindeer games.”

“Can Rudolph play those now?” Eva asked, remembering that there was a time when he couldn’t.

“He certainly can, answered Comfy. “And the other reindeer sometimes even let him choose which games to play when it’s not his turn to choose, because they are sorry they were mean to him before.”

“But I’m afraid that they’ve been trapped in a small valley, by the big bad wolf. The valley is too small for them to fly out. They need to run too far to get up to flying speed.”

“I thought the big bad wolf went after the three little pigs, and little Red Riding Hood!” Eva said.

“Well, he used to, but he can never blow down the third little pigs house, and he always gets chased away from Red Riding Hood by a hunter. He may have gotten tired of that, and gone to the north pole to see if he can do better.

“Do you think you can help me rescue the reindeer from the big bad wolf, Eva?”

“I can try,” she said. “But what can a little girl do that a big polar bear can’t?”

“Well, I don’t know, Eva,” Comfy said. “But I suppose that because this is your story, you can probably do something.”

“I knew it!” Eva said. “I knew that I was in a story!” She was excited, now, because she wanted to find out what was going to happen next.

So, because it was only a story, she knew that she could leave her home with a strange person (or, in this case, a strange bear). She agreed to go to the north pole to help Comfy against the big bad wolf.

She walked outside of her home, wondering how they would get to the north pole. Was she ever surprised at the answer!

Comfy had his own blimp, hovering in the driveway!

It would have been up too high for Eva to get into, but Comfy picked her up gently and carefully, and placed her inside the door. There wasn’t a lot of space, but Eve was able to make herself comfortable, as Comfy climbed up and got into the driver’s seat.

Eva didn’t know you could go to the north pole in a blimp. Comfy told her that this was a magical blimp, one that Santa Claus used when he didn’t need to go to as fast as the reindeer flew. Besides, even magical reindeer didn’t want to fly all of the time.

The blimp may not have flown as fast as a reindeer, but it flew awfully fast, and before Eva even had a chance to get a little bit restless, Comfy was getting out a heavy coat and mittens for her. The coat was thick, and warm, and soft, and head a warm hood that she could pull nice and snug. The mittens were big and thick and even though they were made of wool, they weren’t made of that itchy wool that little girls hate.

Eva was glad she had something so warm, because the blimp was pulled up to a platform - it looked like a dock, but it was in the air instetad of the water - and it was awfully cold. But, soon, she was inside Santa’s workshop, surrounded by busy elves who were rushing around to put the finishing touches on toys.

She saw Santa Claus briefly, and she realized he was busy. He still took the time to welcome her, and assure her that, yes, she was on his ‘good children’ list. She knew he would stay with her if she was frightened by all the activity, but she also knew that lots of children were depending on him to bring them presents. So, she told him everything was fine while Comfy was by her side.

Then she met Mrs. Claus, who was also quite busy, but who managed to find time to give Eva a freshly baked Christmas cookie and a cup of hot cocoa. Mrs. Claus and Comfy also let her look at some of their picture books while she drank her cocoa and ate her cookie.

Eva liked their picture books; she couldn’t read as good as a grown-up yet, but these books had interesting pictures to look at, as well as a lot of fun things to read.

One of her favorite books was the “Naughty Monsters Books”. Because they were only pictures, she didn’t need to be afraid of the monsters.

There was the apple abuser, who would go into the refrigerator, take out an apple, drop it on the floor so it would be bruised, and then put it back, and take another apple for itself!

There was the Big Bad Blowtummy, who would blow on your tummy whenever it wanted to, even if you asked it nicely not to do that!

Then, there was the Big Bad Wolf. He had strong lungs, so he could blown down a straw house, or a wooden house. He knew the forest, so he could always get to Grandmother’s house faster than Red Riding Hood. Eva asked why there wasn’t any mention of reindeer, and Comfy said that it was probably because he had just started being mean to reindeer.

Then she turned the page, and read the next Naughty Monster, who wasn’t really naughty at all. And, when she read that description, she asked if she and Comfy could go to the valley were the reindeer were trapped.

Comfy said it was okay, but first he had Eva put on her heavy coat, and her mittens, a pair of snow pants, a thick, warm pair of boots, and even a long, warm, red scarf.

Eva was glad to be dressed so warmly. She knew that it was really cold at the north pole. She walked part of the way, and part of the way, Comfy gave her “bear back” rides. She’d always called them “piggy back rides”, of course. Comfy explained that some people rode a horse without a saddle, and they called it ‘bare back’ riding - the horse’s back was bare. So, it was a joke to call his rides ‘bear back’ rides, because it sounded just like ‘bare back.’

Eva smiled, because it made her sure that she knew how to rescue the reindeer.

As they approached the valley, Comfy pointed out the tracks. There were a lot of reindeer tracks, and some tracks that looked like dog tracks. Wolves, of course, are just big, wild dogs, but these looked too small to be a wolf.

Comfy said that the Big Bad Wolf could be disguising his feet, and that’s why they were worried.

Eva nodded, and started looking around carefully.
Then she heard a loud, loud bark, and she jumped up and clapped her hands, she was so glad. The sound she heard convinced her that her guess was right. She ran forward.

“No, wait!” Comfy called after her, but she didn’t wait. She knew she should listen to older and wiser people (and bears) normally, but this was a story. Besides, she knew what the problem was.

Comfy was scampering after her, but now she saw exactly what was causing all of the problems.

It was a little Lhasa Apso, just like her grandmother had! She picked the little dog up, and the dog started licking her face.

She heard Comfy come up behind her, and he cleared his throat.

“Well, Eva, I’m glad you rescued the little dog, but you gave me a scare. I thought you were running after the Big Bad Wolf!”

“But I was!” Eva said. “I found the problem, and now the reindeer can go home!”

“What do you mean? The reindeer weren’t afraid of a little bitty dog.”

“No, they weren’t,” Eva said. “But listen!”

Eva picked up the little dog, and held him out. Soon, he opened his mouth, and out come a tremendously loud


WOOF!



“You see? It was all a misunderstanding!” Eva said. “Wolves are just big dogs, and the naughty monster book had the answer!

“He’s not a big bad wolf! He’s just got a big, bad woof! And he scared the reindeer!”

Comfy was surprised by the news, but quickly realized she was right. He ran into the valley, calling out to the reindeer, telling them it was safe to come home.

As quick as a wink, they were all back at Santa’s workshop, and Santa and Mrs. Claus were thanking Eva for helping them get their reindeer back.

They were so glad to get the reindeer back, that Santa took Eva home in the sleigh.

He even let Eva be the one to call them by name....

“On Dasher, On Dancer, on Prancer and Vixen! On Comet, on Cupid, on Donder and Blitzen! And Rudolph!” Eva shouted, and the reindeer started running, faster and faster, until the sleigh took flight!

Santa kept the reindeer going slowly, to let Eva ride for as long as she wanted, but finally, he dropped her off at the front door of her own home.

Then he whispered something to her, and had his reindeer fly off to take him home.

What he said was this: “Stories can be wonderful, and exciting, but you might find that all the best stories for little girls end with them waking up snug in their beds, with their mommies and daddies nearby.”

And, as she touched the doorknob, everything started fading.

Every story does have an ending, even those in dreams.

And this one ended the best way, with a little girl named Eva waking up snug in her own bed, with her mommy and daddy nearby.
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[User Picture]From: johnpalmer
2003-12-23 08:26 pm (UTC)
As a by-the-way...

Any non-professional, non-commercial use of this story is allowed; specifically, if you wanted to re-personalize it and give it to someone as a Christmas present, go right ahead. I'd like to hear from you in e-mail, first, but it's not a requirement.

Any professional or commercial use requires my explicit, written permission. I'll probably give it, but I want to be asked.
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[User Picture]From: kightp
2003-12-23 10:38 pm (UTC)
Comfy Bogart.

*swoon*
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[User Picture]From: johnpalmer
2003-12-23 11:13 pm (UTC)
Well... yeah. But what did you think of the artwork?

Oh, right... there wasn't any.
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[User Picture]From: kightp
2003-12-23 11:16 pm (UTC)
Sure there was! Right at the bottom of the screen, in the space under the story. I can see the polar bear right there, in the middle of a snowstorm!
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[User Picture]From: janetmiles
2003-12-24 01:55 am (UTC)
I think it is a cute and charming story, and I hope Eva enjoys it.

Best wishes of the season to you, too.
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From: ex_helygen254
2003-12-24 03:56 am (UTC)
Aw, that's sweet. Thank you for sharing it!
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[User Picture]From: iamjw
2003-12-24 04:43 am (UTC)
That's just lovely, John. I'm sure Eva will adore it (and the uncle who wrote it just for her).

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