Dear Ellie,
You have now had two weeks into your gymnastics class and
you adore it! You are quite limber
and flexible but you also love to jump and spin fearlessly so really you are
the perfect recipe for a gymnast! Graceful
you are not but we love watching you become such a social child who is happy, having
fun, and taking some risks.
With all of your new activities, you sleep soundly at night so our latest bedtime story could not come at a more perfect time!
With all of your new activities, you sleep soundly at night so our latest bedtime story could not come at a more perfect time!
And now here is our final story (with many chapters to
write!) for you.
So as for our weekly guidelines: I write a piece one week in
regular font, and then your Mimi will write a piece in italics the next
week. The only things your Mimi
and I agreed on were the characters- Ellie and a magic teapot and the setting
(an aquarium). Anything else is
fair game and will make our adventure a new tale. We also need to figure out an illustration to go with our
part. Our goal Ellie is to have a
beloved bedtime story for you and future generations. And so we will continue our fourth piece of fiction.
Ellie and the Magic
Teapot: Off to the Aquarium- Part 4
“Keep up Lion!” Ellie
breathed as she drifted towards the patch of swaying seaweed. “Flap those flippers of yours a little
faster! Otherwise our new suspect
might dart away before we get the chance to question her!”
“Ok, Ok El! Geez… I am trying you know. It’s just that sometimes I get so
fascinated watching the bubbles escape from my breathing apparatus, that I
forget to kick my feet! There sure
is a lot of things to remember Ellie when it comes to living under the water,”
Lion countered.
“I know Lion. Just keep up,” she shot back with a
little more patience this time.
Lion gave Ellie a
thumb up, but he still couldn’t help but continue to watch his own bubbles and
it made him giggle. If he breathed
fast, the bubbles gushed out of the tube one after another, and if he breathed
slow only a handful of bubbles trickled out and then there wouldn’t be any more
in what seemed like forever.
And in those few
minutes that Lion was distracted, the new suspect flitted further into the lush
green seaweed, which hid her completely from their view. “Great,” Ellie grumbled. “I guess we will just have to see if we
can track her down later,” she tried justifying to herself.
But luckily for Lions
distraction, his forgetting to flap his flippers had him floating backwards and
believe it or not, straight towards the edge of the seaweed patch. As soon as his legs touched the slimy
green stalks Lion let out a scream.
And in his confusion as to which direction to hightail it out of there,
he swam right into a colorful fish that was gliding out of the protective
cover.
“Hey there Mister,
watch where you are going!” glubbed a very pretty rainbow fish. Then realizing that Lion could be a
predator, she darted back into hiding.
After waiting a few moments and realizing that “it” wasn’t coming after
her, she decided that maybe there was no threat. So she darted back out and swam a dozen circles around Lion
making him quite dizzy. “You know
Mister, all my aquatic friends are excellent swimmers, and, and, and, they have
scales not fur… and, and, and, they have fins not hands or feet… but, but, but,
you aren’t… wellllllllll… exactly what kind of sea creature are you?” she
questioned cautiously.
Just then Ellie swam
up and hovered in between the two.
“Excuse me miss,” she began, “My name is Ellie and this here sea
creature (she pointed her finger right at her furry friend) is not a sea
creature at all but rather my stuffed animal. His name is Lion.”
“Is he a real Lion?”
she asked in awe.
Ellie giggled,
“Welllllllllll, he is not ferocious if that is what you are wondering. He’s more like a kitty cat as his growl
is just like a purr.” And Ellie
winked at Lion, her heart filled with love.
“Ahhhhhhhh… a lion who
poses as a kitty cat! I like
that! Well, it is very nice to
meet you both. My name is
Rita. Did you know that I am a
Rainbow fish and MY biggest dream is to pose as a Pirate fish?” she
gushed.
Ellie and Lion looked
at each other with wide eyes. And
very quietly Ellie reached into her pocket to fish out the notepad and pen. She began scribbling down every word
that bubbled out of Rita’s mouth.
“Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh,
just once I would love to be feared by all who live in this tank. Wouldn’t it be magnificent if the next
exhibits headline starred my name ‘Rainbow Rita’ followed by ‘The Greatest Sea
Pirate To Rule The Aquarium?’… Mmmmmmmmmmm yes now that would be lovely,” she
sighed a bit too dreamily.
“Humph,” sighed
Lion. “Honestly Rita, if you want
to sound tough and scary like a pirate then don’t put ‘Rainbow’ in front of
your name. It sounds too
frilly. You need a name like
‘Raging Rita’ or ‘Radical Rita’ or how about ‘Rotten Rita’? Lion rattled off.
“Lion, what are you
doing?” whispered a worried Ellie.
“Why I am trying to
help Rita find ways to change her name into something much mightier, something
that sounds like a fearsome pirate,” responded Lion, “I would think you would
want to help too Ellie.”
“Ahhhhhh, did you
forget why we are here Lion? You
do know that you are tampering with a possible suspect!” she shot back with a
hint of annoyance.
Lion sheepishly
answered, “OH! OH MY! Sorry Ellie. I guess I got caught up in… ”
“Her trap!” accused
Ellie.
“Wait a minute! WHAT? Are you saying that I am a suspect? A suspect to what might I ask?” Rita
mouthed.
“Why to the disappearance
of the Aquarium’s Treasure Chest Exhibit.
We are trying to figure out who stole it,” Ellie answered her while
pointing a forefinger towards the spot where the chest originally sat.
“Well I didn’t take it!”
Rita panicked. “What would make
you think that I did?”
And before Rita could
finish her sentence Ellie reached into another one of her many pockets and
pulled out a giant magnifying glass.
“Welllllllllllllllllllll
for starters, how about that sparkly necklace you have hanging around your
neck?” Ellie stated while practically setting the lens right on top of the
baubles. “Looks to me like it was
freshly made with the treasures emeralds, rubies and diamonds.
Rita looked down. “Uh-oh. No, No, No, No… you’ve got it
all wrong. You see Ellie and Lion,
when the workers brought the Pirates Chest into the tank; I thought it would be
fun to host a ‘Make Your Own Jewelry’ party. So I sent out flyers to all the fish stating that my party
would start immediately after closing time last night. And can you believe… everyone showed
up! Oh what fun we had stringing
our favorite colored stones on freshly cut seaweed strands! Well, the party was still going on
around 2:00 am and I knew if we didn’t call it quits immediately we were sure
to get into some trouble. So with
the help of Sammy the shark, we had everyone return their jeweled accessories
back to the chest pronto. I guess
in all the rush I forgot to dismantle my own fashion creation. Sorry!”
Ellie pouted, “Oh
brother. I guess that puts us back
to square one Lion. Rita is not a
suspect after all.”
Lion pouted too, “Oh
sister! What is our next move then
Ellie?”
After giggling at
Lions response Ellie asked Rita.
“Rita, do you have any ideas who may have walked off with the Pirates
Treasure Chest?”
“As a matter of fact I
do!” she stated with great certainty, “While Sammy was swimming from one fish
to another and helping each of them undo their homemade necklaces and
bracelets, I did notice a suspicious looking shadow disappear inside the
shipwreck prop which is temporarily on loan to our Aquarium.”
“An interesting fact
Rita. Thanks!” Ellie said aloud
while jotting this new information into her notepad. And then she turned to Lion. “Lion, are you courageous enough to take a swim inside that
ship?”
“I, I, I, I, I guess
so,” he stuttered, not really sure at all.
So over to the wreck
they swam. Lion’s air apparatus was
releasing bubbles nonstop because he was scared silly while Ellie’s air apparatus
was very, very still. She was
determined to nab this new suspect!...
Until next week my
little Bean!
Love Mimi
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