Hello, my name is Spike. I am a pine cone. What I am going to tell you is my autobiography. When Josephine (my mom, the pine tree), gave birth to our batch of brothers and sisters, we little ones had high hopes of winning our little war against the evil squirrels that were sure to come.
Once I grew up and was a middle-aged pine cone, mom announced that there was an army of three squirrels attacking. Our first battle! One of the squirrels went for my branch! He ran ready to leap over me and attack my riper sister, Point. The squirrel jumped. I stretched my little talons as high as I could, and caught onto the squirrel's foot. He squeaked and ran away. I had saved my sister, Point!
I saw old Grandpa Tip from the tree next door, drop from his tree and land on a squirrel's tail. "Nice one!" I called to Grandpa. He winked at me and I smiled. My mom called up her old ally, Wind, and he came and blew one of Mom's branches into the last squirrel. We had won the battle!
Unfortunately, we had gotten the squirrels mad, so when I was older, they attacked again in greater numbers. Five squirrels attacked that day, marching slowly up to the tree. Right then, I had this prickly feeling that told me to launch myself from the tree.
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So I did. I landed in the midst of the squirrels, frightening them. I saw my branch of brothers and sisters, hurtling down from the tree to help. They all landed in a pokey heap on the squirrels. Two of the squirrels escaped, but the other three ran away in mild pain and fright. The remaining squirrels posed a half-hearted attack, but with over half of their numbers gone, we defeated them easily. Our war was over. We had conquered the squirrels. Or had we?
Well, our generation of pine cones had won, but the seeds fell out of me and I slowly grew into a tree. I sprouted younglings and my second war started. The squirrels had new feisty youngsters too, so of course, a fight began!
THE END
Jacob
Wow, That was really good! I liked how the pine cone grew into a tree at the end and the next generation started! Super good!! LZ
ReplyDelete"Posed a half-hearted attack" is so so good! This writing, Jacob, funny as it is and BIZARRE as the subject is, is very clear. I love how clear this ending to your autobiography is. "Mild pain" is hilarious. I can picture the pine cones "hurtling" down from the tree-because they don't just fall! They're so heavy they hurtle! So good! "Or had we?" Of course we readers know there is NO end to the battle between squirrels and pine cones. And that's what you reminded the SQUIRRELS of in the last paragraph. Nice clear, funny writing. Carolyn
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