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Chapter 1
George the cat strolled along the garden to a deep well hidden in the corner by the rose bushes. As he got to the well he saw a bird looking down into the dark, round well.
“What are you looking at?” asked George.
“Look. I can see another bird in the well.” Said the bird, “and he’s calling to me.”
George looked into the well.
“Oh, yes and I can see another cat,” He waved a paw. “and he’s waving back at me. Perhaps we should meet them?”
The bird looked up. “Shall we ask them?”
George Shouted down in to the well. “Hey down there, hello?”.
A voice, slightly deeper than George’s shouted back. “Hello.”
“Would you like to meet us?”
“Meet us…” came the voice from the well.
George turned to the bird. “Well, it looks like we should go and meet them.”
“But how do we get down there?” asked the bird.
George looked up at the wooden frame on top of the well. “We can use this bucket. It will lower us down slowly to the bottom.”
So they both climbed in to the bucket and it began to lower them slowly down towards the bottom of the well.
Chapter 2
After an hour they had only gone half way down the well. The bird looked out of the side of the bucket.
"Look! They are coming to meet us too." He said.
"Yes" Said George, "but it will be a long time before we meet.”
"Oh. I am so hungry." Said the bird. "I didn’t think it would take this long to reach them."
George just grinned.
After another hour it was getting a little darker and they were only a little bit further down the deep well. The bird complained again.
"I am so hungry. When are we going to eat?"
"Right now." Said George.
Half an hour later the bucket appeared and George climbed out of the well, a little bit fatter and a lot more contented. He strolled back home across the garden.
Chapter 3
The next day, George strolled across the garden and back towards the well. A bird stood on the edge of the well, looking down.
“What are you looking at?” asked George.
“Look. I can see another bird in the well.” Said the bird, “and he’s calling to me.”
George looked into the well.
“Oh, yes and I can see another cat,” He waved a paw. “and he’s waving back at me. Perhaps we should meet them?”
The End
George the cat strolled along the garden to a deep well hidden in the corner by the rose bushes. As he got to the well he saw a bird looking down into the dark, round well.
“What are you looking at?” asked George.
“Look. I can see another bird in the well.” Said the bird, “and he’s calling to me.”
George looked into the well.
“Oh, yes and I can see another cat,” He waved a paw. “and he’s waving back at me. Perhaps we should meet them?”
The bird looked up. “Shall we ask them?”
George Shouted down in to the well. “Hey down there, hello?”.
A voice, slightly deeper than George’s shouted back. “Hello.”
“Would you like to meet us?”
“Meet us…” came the voice from the well.
George turned to the bird. “Well, it looks like we should go and meet them.”
“But how do we get down there?” asked the bird.
George looked up at the wooden frame on top of the well. “We can use this bucket. It will lower us down slowly to the bottom.”
So they both climbed in to the bucket and it began to lower them slowly down towards the bottom of the well.
Chapter 2
After an hour they had only gone half way down the well. The bird looked out of the side of the bucket.
"Look! They are coming to meet us too." He said.
"Yes" Said George, "but it will be a long time before we meet.”
"Oh. I am so hungry." Said the bird. "I didn’t think it would take this long to reach them."
George just grinned.
After another hour it was getting a little darker and they were only a little bit further down the deep well. The bird complained again.
"I am so hungry. When are we going to eat?"
"Right now." Said George.
Half an hour later the bucket appeared and George climbed out of the well, a little bit fatter and a lot more contented. He strolled back home across the garden.
Chapter 3
The next day, George strolled across the garden and back towards the well. A bird stood on the edge of the well, looking down.
“What are you looking at?” asked George.
“Look. I can see another bird in the well.” Said the bird, “and he’s calling to me.”
George looked into the well.
“Oh, yes and I can see another cat,” He waved a paw. “and he’s waving back at me. Perhaps we should meet them?”
The End
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Paradox: wrote:
> That was just marvellous. A delightful reminder of childhood with a
> cute and overtly expected twist. I would advise against the use of
> chapters in something so short thought.
You know, I did think about this for a while, but it was the only way I could split the story up. I wanted the reader to distinguish between the events. If it was a children's book then it would be split in to pages, but on the web it's harder to do the equivalent.
> That was just marvellous. A delightful reminder of childhood with a
> cute and overtly expected twist. I would advise against the use of
> chapters in something so short thought.
You know, I did think about this for a while, but it was the only way I could split the story up. I wanted the reader to distinguish between the events. If it was a children's book then it would be split in to pages, but on the web it's harder to do the equivalent.
So beautifully simplistic.
It's strange, but this short n sweet story is superior to a few of the longer, more detailed stories.
It's the story itself, I think, that wins me over.
Great stuff.
Oh, and it made me smile of course.
It's strange, but this short n sweet story is superior to a few of the longer, more detailed stories.
It's the story itself, I think, that wins me over.
Great stuff.
Oh, and it made me smile of course.
That was just marvellous. A delightful reminder of childhood with a cute and overtly expected twist. I would advise against the use of chapters in something so short thought.
i don't know why, but it seems to remind me of another story that was on this board. Don't know why...
That's one of those stories that just makes you smile, and wonder how long George has been getting away with it.
I wonder what would happen if you introduced a dog, and George and the dog took a trip down the well?
I wonder what would happen if you introduced a dog, and George and the dog took a trip down the well?
Haha, wonderful. :-D
A lovely little story, pb, I really enjoyed it.
A lovely little story, pb, I really enjoyed it.
Chapter 1
George the cat strolled along the garden to a deep well hidden in the corner by the rose bushes. As he got to the well he saw a bird looking down into the dark, round well.
“What are you looking at?” asked George.
“Look. I can see another bird in the well.” Said the bird, “and he’s calling to me.”
George looked into the well.
“Oh, yes and I can see another cat,” He waved a paw. “and he’s waving back at me. Perhaps we should meet them?”
The bird looked up. “Shall we ask them?”
George Shouted down in to the well. “Hey down there, hello?”.
A voice, slightly deeper than George’s shouted back. “Hello.”
“Would you like to meet us?”
“Meet us…” came the voice from the well.
George turned to the bird. “Well, it looks like we should go and meet them.”
“But how do we get down there?” asked the bird.
George looked up at the wooden frame on top of the well. “We can use this bucket. It will lower us down slowly to the bottom.”
So they both climbed in to the bucket and it began to lower them slowly down towards the bottom of the well.
Chapter 2
After an hour they had only gone half way down the well. The bird looked out of the side of the bucket.
"Look! They are coming to meet us too." He said.
"Yes" Said George, "but it will be a long time before we meet.”
"Oh. I am so hungry." Said the bird. "I didn’t think it would take this long to reach them."
George just grinned.
After another hour it was getting a little darker and they were only a little bit further down the deep well. The bird complained again.
"I am so hungry. When are we going to eat?"
"Right now." Said George.
Half an hour later the bucket appeared and George climbed out of the well, a little bit fatter and a lot more contented. He strolled back home across the garden.
Chapter 3
The next day, George strolled across the garden and back towards the well. A bird stood on the edge of the well, looking down.
“What are you looking at?” asked George.
“Look. I can see another bird in the well.” Said the bird, “and he’s calling to me.”
George looked into the well.
“Oh, yes and I can see another cat,” He waved a paw. “and he’s waving back at me. Perhaps we should meet them?”
The End
George the cat strolled along the garden to a deep well hidden in the corner by the rose bushes. As he got to the well he saw a bird looking down into the dark, round well.
“What are you looking at?” asked George.
“Look. I can see another bird in the well.” Said the bird, “and he’s calling to me.”
George looked into the well.
“Oh, yes and I can see another cat,” He waved a paw. “and he’s waving back at me. Perhaps we should meet them?”
The bird looked up. “Shall we ask them?”
George Shouted down in to the well. “Hey down there, hello?”.
A voice, slightly deeper than George’s shouted back. “Hello.”
“Would you like to meet us?”
“Meet us…” came the voice from the well.
George turned to the bird. “Well, it looks like we should go and meet them.”
“But how do we get down there?” asked the bird.
George looked up at the wooden frame on top of the well. “We can use this bucket. It will lower us down slowly to the bottom.”
So they both climbed in to the bucket and it began to lower them slowly down towards the bottom of the well.
Chapter 2
After an hour they had only gone half way down the well. The bird looked out of the side of the bucket.
"Look! They are coming to meet us too." He said.
"Yes" Said George, "but it will be a long time before we meet.”
"Oh. I am so hungry." Said the bird. "I didn’t think it would take this long to reach them."
George just grinned.
After another hour it was getting a little darker and they were only a little bit further down the deep well. The bird complained again.
"I am so hungry. When are we going to eat?"
"Right now." Said George.
Half an hour later the bucket appeared and George climbed out of the well, a little bit fatter and a lot more contented. He strolled back home across the garden.
Chapter 3
The next day, George strolled across the garden and back towards the well. A bird stood on the edge of the well, looking down.
“What are you looking at?” asked George.
“Look. I can see another bird in the well.” Said the bird, “and he’s calling to me.”
George looked into the well.
“Oh, yes and I can see another cat,” He waved a paw. “and he’s waving back at me. Perhaps we should meet them?”
The End
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