"The Attack of the Giant Noodles"Picture by Sara-Ann
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for Melissa USA
"The Attack of the Giant Noodles",
for Melissa USA
This story is dedicated to my family who always eats noodles.
Hey, Mom, what's this medal with a picture of a noodle doin' here?" asked Eric.
"Oh, that thing," I said with a smile.
"Well, how did you get it?" asked Eric.
Well, it all started when I was in Mrs. Boardman's class, and one day we were going on a field trip to a noodlefest. Most of our class thought it was a stupid idea. So, Kenny tried to act like he was sick, but it didn't work out. I just thought "Maybe we'll get through the day and just get it over with." When we arrived, everybody started going wild. I looked out the window, and I saw some rides. I wasn't interested. Then, everybody piled out of the bus like a sack of potatoes. After we got organized, our tour guide took us all around the park.
We saw all kinds of different noodles, like spaghetti, ravioli, and so much more.
After we were done, everyone got to go on the rides. We were about to go on the upside down ride called the Twister when I heard people screaming bloody murder. When I looked to my left, I saw these giant noodles crushing everything in sight."Everybody run for your lives!" shouted a man in a blue shirt.
Everybody started scrambling to get somewhere safe. I couldn't see my class. All I saw were crying children, fainting women, and mothers and petrified men.
I quickly dove behind a tree and thought to myself,"Now, what would noodles be scared of?"
I couldn't think with all the noise. I looked around the tree and saw the noodles. They were smooth, slimy things. I estimated how tall they were, and I got about 70 feet tall. I turned around. I couldn't look at the noodles at a time like this. So I went back to my thoughts. I thought and I thought and I thought until I gave myself a headache! Then I got it. I felt so excited that I almost lost control of myself. So I calmed myself down. Anyway, my plan was to find a big place with water in it. Then we would make the water real hot so that we could cook the noodles. Noodles hate being cooked. They never liked it. I looked around for the materials that I needed. Then I saw a really deep lake. It must have been 80 feet deep. Next, all we had to do was put it on fire or make it hot. So I got some people to help me. Sooner or later, the lake was ready. Now all we needed was bait. I looked around. Nobody wanted to be bait. I didn't blame them, so it left me. I ran up to the noodles and called them nasty names. The noodles got mad and chased me to the lake. They couldn't run too well.
Then I stood in front of the lake. When the noodles ran after me, I jumped away, and they tumbled into the lake. We watched the noodles cook.Everyone cheered and clapped until the mayor of the noodlefest came out and handed me the medal. I found my class, and we headed back to school. Everyone wanted to see the medal. So, from that day on, nobody saw the noodles again. "So, did you learn something, Eric?" I asked.
"Yup, never eat noodles," he laughed.I laughed. He was going to have a surprise tonight for dinner because I was cooking noodles for dinner.
