Saturday, February 19, 2011

How I Became a Bully for a Day!

Safe to say that bullying is alive and well in our society today.  Whether it be the playground or the cyber world. 

Even though there is greater scrutiny towards bullies, it still seems to be rampant.  I think we hope that kids will be less inclined to bully each other nowadays due to all the campaigns in schools to stamp it out.  However we are definitely programmed to prey on the weak.  It's something we have to unlearn as we grow up. 
Bullying when I was in grade school was all about who could pound who and where you ranked in terms of toughness on the playground.  This is a story I wrote about my first experience with a real bully.  This story is true.  I changed the names as always to protect the innocent.

Enjoy!

How I Became a Bully for a Day
By:  Christopher Mackenzie Glover
His legs were moving as fast as they could over the hard sidewalk.  He could feel his heart pounding in his ears.  His lungs were trying to see what the world was like on the outside of his body.

“Don’t let him get away!” yelled the ever nearing voices behind him.
Chris was terrified.  He was sure he was running for his life.  If caught he would get pounded for sure.  Grant Drake, better known as Drake the Snake, the most terrifying 11 year-old in the history of Ormond Drive was hot on his heels.


Chris tried to jump over a big puddle, but he fell short and got a big soaker to his left foot that slowed him down a bit.
Drake and his two evil sidekicks Randy ‘The Rat’ Rundle and the ugly kid who never washed himself and always smelled a little like dirty feet, had almost caught up to him.

He rounded the corner and was only a few steps from safety.  His beating party was so close he could smell the ugly kid.  He gave one final lunge and he made it onto his front lawn and bolted for his door panting like a dog.
He looked back to see the terrible trio standing on the sidewalk.
“We’ll get you next time Glover.  Keep watching your back you wimp,” shouted Drake.
Chris watched the bullies leave through his front window.  He had only been living there for a few months since January of 1982 when his parents got divorced.  He was a little shy and he hadn’t made a lot of friends yet.  Now the neighbourhood bully was getting on his case.  He had never actually fought Drake but all the kids at school were scared to death of him.
The next few weeks Chris lived in fear.  Every day he went to school as late as he could.  He was even late for class a few times.  Cautiously he scanned the playground to try and make sure Drake didn’t see him.  He even hid behind trees, terrified to play with the other kids and make new friends.
Each day after school Chris got on his shoes quickly and sprinted home.  He was getting in good shape, but he was very upset about how scared this bully was making him feel.
His mom noticed a change in him too.
“Chris, why don’t you go outside and play?” asked his mother one day.  “You, you used to go outside all the time when we first moved here.  Is there something wrong at school?”
“Nothing is wrong.  I just don’t feel like going out.”
“Well you can’t stay in here all day.  Go get your hockey net and go call on your new friend Jeff that lives down the street.”
“Aww mom, I don’t……”
His mom cut him off, “Get outside NOOOOWWWWWWWWW!!!”
Chris grabbed his stick and his net and headed down to Jeff’s house.  He knocked on the door but Jeff’s mom told him that Jeff was at hockey practice.  Chris then started off for home dragging his net and stick.
Then, there they were right in front of him on their bikes; Grant Drake and his evil cronies.
“Whatcha doing Glubber Blubber butt?” Drake asked with a sneer.
“Nothing,” was Chris’ weak reply as he checked out the scuff marks on his Kangaroo running shoes.
“No, you’re not doing nothing loser. You’re getting your face smashed by me right now.”
Chris had nowhere to run.  Before he knew it Drake was running at him.  Chris could stand and fight or do the biggest turtle impersonation of all time.
Chris put his arms up and locked hands with Drake.  Before you could say, ‘Pac Man’ it was over. 
Chris had twisted Drake down with one quick throw and was sitting squarely on his chest while he held his hands down.  Drake tried to struggle, but Chris barely had to try to keep him down.  He was a total weakling.  He looked in Chris’ eyes with total fear.  Randy the Rat and stinky poo smelling kid stood there with their mouths hanging open.
“I knew I could take you all this time,” lied Chris through his teeth.  “I was just waiting for the right time to embarrass you in front of your friends.  If you ever come around me again, I’ll knock you out, you little fart face.”
Drake got his on bike and rode away without saying a word.
Chris nearly tossed his cookies as they left, but he learned two big lessons that day.
Don’t judge a book by its’ cover and sometimes a dog’s bark is worse than his bite.

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Over the next several days the word spread that the new kid had taken down the hated Drake the Snake.  Mainly because Chris was bragging about it and Drake was hiding in his house.  The fear in the neighbourhood had lifted.  Kids came out into the sunlight, ran free and reclaimed the local park.  Angels sang and old women wept with joy.  Okay, the stuff about the kids was true.


Chris was the new hero on the street.  All the boys tried to be his friend and some of the girls wanted him to be their boyfriend.  Chris was still scared to death of girls though.
He began to brag about how cool he was for defeating Grant Drake even more and was feeling good about himself.  He was even acting tougher than he really was sometimes.  Unfortunately 11 year-old kids are not very humble and never know when to quit while they’re ahead.
One day a few weeks later Chris was walking home from school by himself and accidently bumped into another kid not much bigger than him.  The kid was walking home with his younger sister.
“Hey kid watch what you’re doing,” Chris replied in a snotty voice.
“Sorry man, it was an accident,” said the kid.
“Yeah, well if you do it again, I’m going to beat the crap out of you.”
“Oh yeah” the kid shot back as he stepped toward Chris.
Just then the kid’s little sister pulled on his arm, “Don’t Jason, let’s go home.”
“What, are you afraid that I’ll beat your brother up?” a cocky Chris replied.
“No, I don’t want him to hurt you,” she said.
“Yeah right!  This little wimp couldn’t beat up my …………………………
KABOOM! SPLAT! THUMP! BAM!


Next thing Chris remembered was looking up at the sky and thinking that one of the clouds looked like his old pet rabbit Pinky.

That day Chris relearned the lesson about not judging a book by its’ cover and he learned three important new lessons.
1) Kleenex was also good for soaking up nose bleeds and not just boogers!

2) Concrete was not good for cushioning heads!

3) There was always somebody that was stronger than you, somewhere!
And that’s ‘How I Became a Bully for a Day.’ 
Actually it lasted for only for two minutes and never happened again.
The End

Friday, February 11, 2011

I'm Taking My Two Nets and Going Home

This is a little story I wrote about playing road hockey when I was a kid growing up in Canada.  The main character Jeff is based on me.  Some of the kids depicted in the story actually existed.  I just changed their names to protect their reputations.  Well to tell you the truth I'm getting older and can't remember all their names.

The plot is based on an incident that really did happen circa 1982.  Except back then the kids cornered me the next day and beat on me for awhile.  Taught me a good life lesson though, that I'll never forget.  Don't worry, I left the beating out of this version of the story so the sensitivity police don't come and get me!  Okay, I don't really care about the sensitivity police, I just didn't want to relive the pain of getting snow shoved down my coat while three kids were giving me shots to the stomach and face.  Believe it or not my parents didn't hire a lawyer to sue the other kid's parents either.

The theme of this story is sharing with others who don't have as much as you and not taking advantage of them because you do.

"I’m Taking My Nets and Going Home!"
Author
Christopher Mackenzie Glover

Jeff awoke early on Saturday morning as usual.  He quickly dressed in the first clothes he could find on the floor and thundered down the stairs like a wounded elephant.  He inhaled some breakfast and just as he finished he heard a knock at the door.
He peeked out the curtain to see who it was and standing at the front door were about ten kids from his neighbourhood with their road hockey sticks in hand.  Saturday mornings in the winter was Hockey Day on Ormond Drive, where the cries of ‘he shoots he scores’ and ‘move….carrrrrrrrr’ could be heard all day long. 
The usual kids were there.
 The ones he knew were Allan the mouth breather.
Runny nose Jed River. 
And the husky boy who mostly played goalie, Phil. 

Jeff barely knew some of the other kids, just their names.
It was his best friend Roy who had knocked on the door.
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“Jeff are you going to play road hockey today?” asked Roy.
“Yeah, just give me a sec,” replied Jeff.
“Can we take your two nets and your goalie equipment?”

“Sure.”
Jeff had two brand new nets.  He was the only kid in his neighbourhood with two nets.  He also had tennis balls and goalie equipment.  A lot of the guys Dads were laid off from GM, but his Dad was a supervisor so he was still working.
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Jeff showed up to the usual spot on the street, but the game had already started.
“Jeff you’re on the team with Jed, Terry, Mike and Robin,” shouted Roy.
Jeff was ticked off.  He was on the team with the older kids and they never passed the ball.  Jed was on the team and he had to stop every five minutes to wipe his nose on his sleeve.  Sure enough after ten minutes of playing Jeff never touched the ball once.
Later in the game Jeff wanted to play net.  After all he owned all the goalie equipment.  Jed was in net now, and was playing like New York Islanders goalie Billy Smith in the Stanley Cup Final.  What made Jeff even angrier was that Jed was getting snot all over the inside of his authentic Mike Palmateer goalie mask.

The game continued and Jeff had barely touched the ball, or been allowed to play net.  Just then somebody accidently high sticked him hard in the face causing his lip to bleed a little.
“That’s it.  I’ve had enough.  I’m taking my two nets, my ball and I'm going home!” screeched Jeff.

“Come on Jeff, don’t go,” pleaded Roy.  “The game is just getting good.”
“Forget it.  I’m the only one whoever brings this equipment.  I should be able to do anything I want.”
Jeff gathered his two nets and goalie equipment while the others stood and watched in silence.

As Jeff walked away dragging his stuff he heard somebody yell out.
“Sucky baby, sucky baby you’re a big suck Jeff.”
“Yeah, go home and get your mommy to bring you a bottle,” somebody else yelled.


Then the rest of the kids started shouting some pretty nasty things at him.  Jeff didn’t look back and walked quickly back home.

On Sunday Jeff awoke early again to get ready to play road hockey.  Suddenly he realized that no one would be playing since he was the only kid with nets on the street.
He took a quick look outside to see what the weather was like.  To his astonishment he saw all the usual kids playing road hockey down the street.  They were using boots for net posts and one kid had old phones books taped to his shins for goalie pads.  Even more surprising was that everyone was having a good time

It was killing Jeff to watch them through his front window.  After a while he got dressed and went outside.  He gathered up his two nets and went over and stood on the curb beside where the kids were playing.  He waited there but no one paid attention to him.
He sheepishly called out, “Hey guys can I ………..play?”
Still everyone just ignored him.

Soon he gave up and gathered up his nets and began to slowly walk home.  Suddenly he felt a hand on his shoulder, it was his friend Roy.
“Hey where are you going?” asked Roy.
“Well, I thought that…….”
“The other kids and I talked it over and we want you to come back.”  Roy continued, “Listen it’s no fun playing with just boots for nets, but that doesn’t mean you get to tell us all how the game should go.”
“Okay, deal.  Do you think you can stop putting me on the team with the big kids? They’re a bunch of puck hogs.”



“Deal, come on let’s go,” replied Roy.
Jeff put his nets on the street and he even gave his goalie equipment to the team with the big kids.  It didn’t matter because Jeff and Roy scored at will and whipped the big kids all day long.

The End

Sunday, February 6, 2011

Big Scary Monster Guy

For some reason I seem to frighten little kids just on first sight.  Usually they warm up to me after a few minutes.  I do shower and brush my teeth, so it can't be that.  

One night recently I went to a party and one little girl was scared to death of me for a while.  This story is pretty close to what happened that night.  Oh, except the part where I looked like a demon at first and then changed throughout the story. 

For little kids it might be interesting to see if they can note the changes from one picture to the next.


The Big Scary Monster Guy

By: Christopher Mackenzie Glover


‘NO! Hands out of the candy jar!’

Little 3 year-old Mya jumped back when the voice above warned her to stay out of the treats on the table for the fourth time.

She had come into the family room to play with her bouncy ball on the hardwood floor.

She noticed there were lots of candy, chips, fruit and cheese on the coffee table.

Mommy had also put her in a really pretty purple dress, but she didn’t know why.

Soon some strangers came into her house.

At first she was scared.

She didn’t always like to meet new people.

However, one nice lady with glasses always brought along her little friend Fiona and this made her happy.

Then more and more people arrived and her house was crowded.

Then she saw him.

He was very big, and had a loud deep voice.

Worst of all was.....he was a ‘Big Scary Monster Guy’!!!!



Mya ducked behind her mommy’s leg and tucked her face into the back of her knee.

She didn’t dare peek, but she couldn’t help herself.

Big Scary Monster Guy said in his loud terrifying voice, “Hi Mya, I like your pretty dress.”


All that Mya heard was, “I’m going to eat you for breakfast!”

“What’s in your hand?” said Big Scary Monster Guy pointing to Mya’s bouncy ball.


Mya heard, “I going to put you in a frying pan.”

Mya screamed and her mother told her to stop being silly.

Mya clung to her Mommy’s leg like a frightened cat clinging to a tree branch.

Mya dropped her bouncy ball on the floor. Big Scary Monster Guy picked it up.

 He bounced it on the floor and Mya smiled when it went really high.



Suddenly Big Scary Monster guy was a little less frightening, but only a little.

Big Monster Guy then bounced the ball back to Mya and she picked it up.

Then she bounced it back to him.

 Big guy then smiled and bounced it back again.

Mya squealed with delight.


Big guy wasn’t so bad after all.

He seemed to be changing every time she looked at him too.


For the next 10 minutes she and her new friend bounced the ball.

Each time Mya laughed out loud.

This guy wasn’t a monster after all even though he was big.


Then the ball went under the table and Mya went to get it.

When she looked up, her big friend was gone.

She saw him across the room talking to her Dad.

 She was sad and wished he’d come back and play with her.

The End



Saturday, February 5, 2011

'Areo Goes Missing'

I have included a cute story my daughter wrote last week.  She had a little help from me with the grammar fix ups, but 90% of the story is hers.

AREO GOES
MISSING

By: Kaylee Glover

Chapter 1

Today was the day. Daisy was going to the pet shop to get her very own dog.  She saw so many cute little dogs but suddenly right there in front of her was the cutest puppy of all.  She fell in love with him right away.  He didn’t have a name yet but she already knew she was going to call him Aero. 

Chapter 2

The little girl loved Aero.  She played with him in her backyard everyday. One day when he was outside by himself he got of his leash. He started sniffing around the fence.  Then he noticed a space under the fence.  Being a little puppy he got curious and went under.

 Soon he noticed other interesting things.  He chased a beautiful butterfly and a green grasshopper.  Soon he had run so far away he didn’t even notice how he couldn’t see his home anymore.  Aero was lost and scared. 


Chapter 3

Daisy came into the house crying.  Aero was missing.  Her mom was busy doing the laundry in the basement and she had to act fast.  She picked up the phone and called the police.  The lady on the other end of the phone said the police don’t have enough officers to help people look for their lost dogs.  Daisy was very disappointed.

The lady at the police station was talking to one of the policemen on the phone.  She told him the cute story of the little girl who wanted help looking for her lost puppy.  The policeman had recently lost the best police dog ever and decided to go and see the little girl anyway since he was close by.  He knew how sad it made him feel when he lost his dog too.

Chapter 4

Aero was sitting by a fence and he was hungry and scared.  Just then a big monster came at him. 

“Help!” Aero called out, but all that came from his mouth was a tiny puppy bark. Then he noticed it wasn’t a big monster but just a bigger dog. 

CHAMP THE POLICE DOG

“Are you lost?” said the big dog. ”
“Yes,” squeaked Aero who was still a little scared.

“My name is Champ and I’m a police dog, or at least I was. I was chasing a bad guy a few weeks ago, and before I knew it I was very far from my policeman.”

  “Then why aren’t you with the police now?” asked Aero.

“Well I was trained to stay where I was when I got lost but nobody came to get me.  Since I didn’t catch the bad guy, I figured they gave up on me and didn’t want me anymore.  So I decided I would help other dogs on my own.”

“Can you help me find my way home?”

“Yes!” said Champ. “I am a trained sniffer and can track anything or anybody. Follow me.”


 Chapter 5

Officer Joe pulled his police car up to Daisy’s house.  On the front porch Daisy was crying her eyes out.

“You miss your dog don’t you?” Officer Joe said to a startled Daisy.

“Yes.  Are you here to help me find my doggie?”

“If you have a picture of him I’ll keep an eye out for him. Okay?”

Just then Daisy looked past Officer Joe and screamed with delight.

Coming along the sidewalk was Aero and a big German Sheppard dog leading him home.  Officer Joe turned around just then too.

“Champ.  It’s you.  Oh my, I thought I would never see you again.  You were the best police dog I ever had.”

Champ was very happy to see his master and to know that he has really still wanted.

Aero was very happy to see Daisy and ran right up and jumped into her arms.

“I can’t believe this,” said Daisy.

“Well I think we both got a happy ending out of this,” remarked Officer Joe.

He then said good-bye to Daisy and Aero and put Champ back in his police car where he belonged.

THE END

Thursday, February 3, 2011

The Land of Me

I wrote this story around the time the financial crisis was peaking all over the world.  I always thought that as modern society progressed that greed and selfishness would start to fade.  How crazy was I!
Western civilization was spinning out of control.  Did I want my kids to grow up to want to idolize all these quasi-celebutants that were popping up and getting arrested at every turn?  No of course not.  However, I am no longer amazed at how often these people eventually self-destruct.

I also felt that self-entitlement was running wild all over the world.  The "I want mine, and I want it now," attitude was ridiculous.  See Bernie Madoff.  What really caught my attention is this 'me me' mentality was not just limited to young people, but baby boomers, gen Xers, etc. 

I think that old Mike Douglas movie Falling Down still rings true today where he encountered people caught up in their own world, not giving a crap about anything but themselves.  Except the part of course where he goes crazy in the end and starts killing people. 

Again my wife thinks this story is a little heavy handed for kids, but I am continually surprised at how much they absorb from it.  This story is the third book in my Mannerland trilogy.  Yeah I am pretty sure Lord of the Rings has nothing to worry about.

I have mentioned in other blogs that my kids get involved with the writing process.  We draw the pictures and put them together with a program from the scrapbook company Creative Memories and get an actual hardcover book sent to us as a keepsake.  This has proved so successful in getting my kids into reading that my youngest daughter wrote a great story a few weeks ago on her own.  I will post it in the next few days.

As usual if you want the versions with the pictures my kids and I drew email me and I will send you a free copy.  Send me an email at glove6441@rogers.com.

Thanks and enjoy.



Part Three of the Mannerland Trilogy

AUTHOR

Christopher Mackenzie Glover

CHAPTER ONE:  HERE WE GO AGAIN

“Are you kidding me, not again?” said the 13 year-old boy sitting on the forest floor.  “Who are you?  Sir Knows a Lot or super old snobby guy.”

“Well I can see they were right, you are going to be a handful,” said a very tall older man.

“Alright, cut to the chase,” the boy said angrily.

“My name is General Rossidy, I brought you here………”

“Yeah, yeah, yeah I know.  You’re gonna make me learn my manners, or help me to stop lying or respect other people more,” replied the boy.

“Well if you will let me finish young Fredrick Hihorss the third.  You are in the Land of Me.  This is for people have gone beyond bad manners or lying.  This place is for those who believe they are somehow the centre of the universe or that others exist just to service them.  That…..


Fredrick Hihorss the third cut off General Rossidy again, “Well listen to me old dude.  I’ve already been to Mannerland and the Land of Lies.  Even that dope Elderan couldn’t get through to me.  I easily fooled Nomora Fibbs by lying to him.  You’d think a guy who specialized in lying would be better at detecting it.  In Mannerland they sent me to the Ill Mannered Jail.  That place was cool.  I was there for a whole year and my hair didn’t even grow.  It was like time didn’t exist.  I even made that Mr. Snootee goof cry a few times.”

“Yes I heard,” said the General.  “Mr. Snootee had to retire after you left.  He went to pieces.  We had to send him to live out his days in Geneross City on the beautiful east coast of the Land of Me.  Now he spends his days counting seagulls and picking pine cones.”


“So what’s the deal here General Snotsidy?”

“This is the very last stop.  If we can’t get through to you here, there’s no hope.  Your life will surely be miserable. What goes around comes around in this life.  You think everything will always be great because your dad is the owner of the Krazy Kick Cola Empire.  Everybody knows you.  You’re famous… well famous because of your bad behaviour anyway.”


Fredrick snorted back, “Yeah, they say money can’t buy everything.  Well they are dead wrong.   My daddy’s money has gotten me out of many scrapes before.”


“I’m not going to sit here and argue with you.  You already think you know everything, so what’s the point?  We are going to follow the trail that leads around the bottom of Self Centered Mountain, called the Path to Self Entitlement.  This isn’t like Mannerland or the Land of Lies.”

“Yeah, how so?” said Fredrick with his smug smile beginning to disappear.

General Rossidy explained, “The Path to Self Entitlement is a scary place.  The uh… people that dwell in the Forest of Wotcaneyedu that surrounds the mountain, are not like those that live in Mannerland or the Land of Lies.  They’re more like you.  Self entitlement means you think you should get your own way, all the time, no matter how it affects others.   These people don’t care about you or your daddy’s money.”

“Bring it on!  Elderan, Nomora Fibbs, Mr. Snootee, they all failed and you will too.”

“Trust me it’s not me that will fail if I can’t get through to you. Let’s go we shouldn’t keep the, um, people waiting.

General Rossidy and Fredrick headed down the Path to Self Entitlement.  Quickly the beautiful trees changed to old dead ones.  The brilliant sky changed to a bitter grey.  Self Centered Mountain could barely be seen.


“The people we’re going to meet are more like ghosts than anything else.  They are caught between this world and the next,” General Rossidy explained.

“The next world?” asked Fredrick.

“Nobody from your world or our worlds knows for sure what the next world is all about.  We believe you have to answer for how we treated others when we get there.”

“What do these people want from me?” said Fredrick in a tone that was becoming less harsh.

“Nothing,” said the General.  “They just have to tell their story to you.”

“Yeah like what kind of stories?”

“Well, there’s young Michael Meemee.  He thought the world revolved around him.  His parents did everything for him and never gave him into trouble for anything.  They wanted to be his friend instead of his parent.  When he was a teenager they bought him a fast car and he bullied other drivers on the road.  Well one day………he’ll tell you the rest.”

“Who else?” asked Fredrick.  For the first time since he’d been in the Land of Me he showed some interest.

“Brandy Braticus.  She was self absorbed and treated her parents terribly even though they did everything to please her.   She wanted her friends to do what she wanted all the time. If they didn’t she’d throw a hissy fit and soon they got tired of hanging out with here.”

“What’s the big deal, that doesn’t sound so terrible,” said Fredrick.

General Rossidy just ignored him and continued, “There are adults you will meet too.  They lived their lives as if no one else mattered and in the end it left them lonely and bitter.  One in particular is Sally Salfiss.  Her life was too busy and she worked too much.  She got angry easily because she was always tired.  Sally felt everyone else didn’t have as much right to enjoy their lives, because her life was somehow harder.  She did many selfish things to try and make her family pay attention to her.  In the end…….. well again, it’s her story to tell you.”

Up ahead on the path a man floated out of the forest.  He had a pasty white, expressionless face.  He wore a very nice old fashioned black suit.  His black hair was slicked back with some kind of grease on it.




The man approached and spoke in a dead sounding voice, “Another one General? Do you think I have time for this?  There’s money to be made don’t you know.”

“You know the deal Joe Luvamself.  If you ever want to leave this place and continue your journey to the next world you must tell your story to those we bring.  Otherwise you will be cursed to wander these woods for all eternity,” replied General Rossidy.

As Fredrick got close to the man he felt very cold.  The chill went right through to his bones and he couldn’t shake it.  Fredrick shuddered, he was getting a little freaked out.

General Rossidy looked at Fredrick, but said nothing.  Fredrick just had to listen now.  Lecturing him was no good anymore.

Joe was about to speak when there were two blinding flashes on the path ahead.  When the light died away two figures stood before them.  Fredrick recognized them immediately.  It was Elderan and Nomora Fibbs.


CHAPTER TWO:  A WORLD GONE CRAZY

“My brothers,” shouted General Rossidy.  “What are you doing here?  Why are you not in your own worlds?  Are the problems we talked about last week getting worse?”




Elderan spoke first, “Everything is much worse.  My first guess is the real world has gone totally crazy and it’s quickly affecting Mannerland, The Land of Lies and The Land of Me.  The Ignorantees are causing problems in Mannerland and now King Pardon has been captured.”


“Nomora, what’s your story?” the General inquired.

“The Land of Lies seems to be dying.  Trees will not grow as they are not getting their fertilizer.  Very few gobs of lies are falling.  When I bring kids for training, they just lie to get through it and don’t care if they learn anything.”

“I too have noticed the power in this world fading a little,” General Rossidy replied.  “It has happened before, usually when the real world is going through a dark or bad time.  We’ve always known our worlds draw strength from the real world.  When bad manners, lies and greed seem to get out of control we suffer a little.  It’s up to us to double our efforts and turn things around.”

Elderan glanced at the young boy standing next to General Rossidy.

“General do you realize who you’ve got here?” asked Elderan.

“Yes, by far the worst case the Land of Lies has ever seen,” added Nomora.

“I’m well aware of who this is.  Maybe he can help us,” said General  Rossidy.  “Things happen for a reason that go beyond even our understanding.  Maybe there is a purpose for Fredrick being here at this time.”

“I don’t see how.  He has to be the most selfish, self-centered, greedy little brat to ever grace our lands,” said Nomora Fibbs.

Elderan spoke again, “I think we all need to all return to Mannerland to try and rescue King Pardon.  We need his leadership right now.   He’s being held in Queen Rudian’s castle, but my spies don’t know exactly where.  He might be difficult to find.”

“Are the Ignorantees still affected by polite words Elderan?” asked General Rossidy.

“Yes, but ever since the episode with Jordan Riplan, they’re pretty careful to guard against it.”

“We’ll have to try to free the King anyway,” said General Rossidy.

“What about this boy?  He can’t be part of our rescue,” exclaimed Nomora.

Elderan replied, “We’ll decide what to do with him when we reach Mannerland.”

Fredrick’s over confident attitude was gone.  This definitely wasn’t like before and he was caught in the middle of some kind of turmoil on these worlds.

Nomora placed his staff with the gold knob on the ground and closed his eyes.  A faint weak portal opened in front of them.

“I can’t keep it open,” said Nomora in a strained voice.  “Quick Elderan use your Wand of Good Behaviour to strengthen my portal.”


Elderan pulled a small gnarled stick from his cloak and a beam shot toward the portal and opened it all the way.  There was the blinding light, the feeling of floating and whoooshh.   The next thing Fredrick knew he was sitting on a pile of moss.  In the distance he could see a familiar sight, it was Table Manners Mountain.   Elderan, General Rossidy and Nomora Fibbs were  sitting on tree stumps talking.  Two blonde haired men, Fredrick remembered were called Plezam and Thankoo were standing beside them.  Fredrick realized they were watching him.

“What about this boy?” said Nomora.

Elderan replied, “He’ll have to come with us.  There isn’t enough power to open another portal.”

Pleezam spoke up, “I checked the Rock of Self Enlightenment earlier today and it’s almost drained.”
“I was afraid that this might happen,” replied General Rossidy.  “With the kids that have been coming to the Land of Me lately it’s no wonder.  When selfishness, lies and just plain rotten behaviour are out of control in the real world, the rock does not draw as much power.  The power must go elsewhere, and I think I know where it’s going.”

“We must disguise ourselves and go to Ignorandom to Queen Rudian’s castle,” said Elderan.  “It won’t be easy to find the King, in fact it might be impossible.   First we’ll stop at Passdubudda’s cottage get some old robes before we begin our quest along the Twisty River to Ignorandom.”

The group went to Passdubudda’s and picked up some old robes with hoods.  Passdubudda shuddered when he saw Fredrick.  He was still finding peanut butter in strange places from Fredrick’s visit a few years ago.  After a quick lunch they out on the trail.




CHAPTER THREE:  THE LAST CHANCE

“Watch out for Purgreedons from the Land of Me,” Thankoo informed the group.   “They have been spotted in these woods.  Apparently they cut a deal with the Ignorantees to cut down trees and fish the Twisty River.  In exchange, they’re providing them with some kind of help.  I wonder though.  How the heck did they get here from their world?”

“Well they already took all the fish from Lake Greed and chopped down all the big trees in their forest,” General Rossidy said.  “No wonder they’ve come here.  That’s why the Generites the other people in the Land of Me built Enabler’s Wall.  That way the Purgreedons wouldn’t destroy their lands and would begin to look after their own.  I think it’s becoming clear what’s going on.  They must have found a way into Mannerland.”

After hours of walking the group approached the centre of Ignorandom.  As Elderan had suspected, no one even noticed them. The Ignorantees as usual were too busy thinking about themselves.  They found the unguarded, and run down Big Ignorant Pig Castle at the centre of the city.  Elderan noticed that there seemed to be a lot of activity and many Ignorantees bustling about.  They made their way into the Great Stinking Hall.  What they saw next shocked most of the group, except General Rossidy.

Everywhere they looked portals were opening and with great strength.  Ignorantees were bringing back stunned looking children. 

The Ignorantees were carrying black glowing statues in the shape their city’s official mascot. It was an extremely ugly looking pig.  Elderan knew the Ignorantees used them to conjure their portals, but that was impossible.

“Elderan,” whispered General Rossidy.  “It appears the Ignorantees are able to conjure portals again as I suspected.”

“Yes, and I’m more surprised than anyone.  They used to have their own power source called the Stone of Self Indulgence. 


Unlike our own Rock of Self Enlightenment that draws positive energy from the real world, it draws negative energy.  I thought I had drained it beyond use many years ago.  I believe there are too many people who think only of themselves in the real world right now.  The stone is feeding off that selfish behaviour somehow and has started working again.”

Fredrick overheard General Rossidy talking to Elderan as he continued to look around.  As they made their way further into the castle things became more familiar to Fredrik.  I’ve been here before, he thought.  When I was a little boy someone brought me here.  Since he was so young at the time he thought it was only bad dreams.  He remembered a foul smelling man who burped a lot teaching him to be bad.

Just then a portal opened about 30 feet away from them.  Out stepped the very same man he was just thinking about.  The man gave out the loudest sounding burp he had ever heard.  Instantly he remembered his name.  With him was a very young girl of about four years old.  Fredrick’s eyes grew as large as pancakes.  The little girl was his kid sister Norah.  She was the one person in the world that he actually liked better than himself.  ‘No’ he thought to himself.  In that moment Fredrick decided what he must do.

Fredrick drew his cloak back from his head and stepped away from the others.  General Rossidy moved slightly to stop him, but Elderan gently pulled the General back.

“Hello, Big Burpa, it’s been a long time,” Fredrick said with a slight hiss.

At first Big Burpa looked stunned.  “If it isn’t Fredrick Hihorss the third, my prize pupil.  How did you get here?”

“Them!” Fredrick replied as he pointed towards the rescue party.

Big Burpa looked up right into the eyes of his old Enemy Elderan.  Pleezam, Thankoo and Nomora Fibbs didn’t have time to react

“Guards seize those five men in the brown cloaks,” screamed Big Burpa.


Instantly there was chaos.  Ignorantees dropped everything they were holding and charged the party.  Pleezam, Thankoo and Nomora Fibbs put up a tremendous fight.  Fists flew everywhere, but there were just too many Ignorantees.  Elderan and General Rossidy just allowed themselves to be captured.  Big Burpa approached the captives.

“Don’t even think of spouting any of those foul manner words to me or I’ll stuff a smelly old sock in your mouth,” said Big Burpa with a sneer.  “Guards search them and take their portal conjuring devices.”

The guards removed Nomora Fibbs staff, Elderan’s wand and a weakly glowing red rock from General Rossidy.

Big Burpa spoke again, “Did you not think we would expect you to try and rescue your precious King Pardon?  You never would have found him, he’s too well hidden, but now you can join him.”

Fredrick yelled towards the rescue party, “You dopes!  I told you I couldn’t be changed.  Big Burpa trained me many years ago when I was around my sister’s age.  They made me what I am today.”

He said the last line with a hint of embarrassment in his voice.

“Elderan, what a foolish old man you are,” cackled Big Burpa.  “Fredrick  was the perfect target.  He was rich and famous because of his father’s money.  The more he acts out in public the more his name gets in the newspaper.  He gets away with it, and other kids see that.  They think it’s fine to be a rude, selfish, lying little brat.  It brings a tear to me eye to see him turn out so rotten.  I’m so proud.   He truly is a little creepo!  You waited too long to try to change him.”

Fredrick just stood there with his hands firmly in his pocket and pure rage in his stare.

At last Elderan spoke, “Everybody deserves a chance to change.  We can only hope that eventually he realizes that more good things will come from being a generous and honest person.”

“Idiot!” screeched Fredrick as he pulled his hands from his pockets and grabbed Elderan by his cloak.  “I will continue to do what I want, whenever I want, because I am Fredrick Hihorss the third.”


Fredrick shook Elderan fiercely and then backed away with a disgusted look on his face.

Big Burpa gave a wicked smile.  “You’ve done well Fredrick; it couldn’t have turned out more perfect.  Guards take these manner loving, truth telling fools to the same jail as their beloved king.  They can rot there together.”

“Big Burpa I demand to see my sister now,” yelled Fredrick.  “I want to talk to her alone so I can make sure she understands she’s to listen to you and do whatever you say.”

Big Burpa motioned to his guards to take Norah and Fredrick to a private room.   He wanted to give Fredrick all the time he needed with his kid sister.   Big Burpa knew when Norah grew up she would have just as much influence on other kids in the real world as Fredrick had. 

He sat on a chair outside the room and watched his guards clean up after the scuffle with Elderan and his so-called fellow rescuers.  Some of them seemed to be searching very hard for something.   

About an hour passed and Big Burpa grew impatient with the amount of time Fredrick and his sister had spent in the room.  He was just about to fetch them, when one of the guards came running up to Big Burpa.

“Sir, all the prisoners are gone,” said Stinky Stan.  The Rock of Self Indulgence has been smashed and our pig stones won’t open any portals.
A dreadful feeling swept over Big Burpa.  He ran to the room where Fred and Norah were, but no one was inside.

Big Burpa fell to his knees and yelled the longest loudest ‘NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!’ of all time.


CHAPTER FOUR:  THERE’S HOPE FOR US YET

Fredrick was sitting alone in the T.V. room of his father’s mansion reading a magazine.  He heard a small noise and looked up.  In the corner of the room he saw the walls almost seem to bend and bubble.  Suddenly there was a flash of light and he raised his hands to his eyes to shield them.  When the light dimmed, Elderan and General Rossidy were standing in front of him.

“I knew I would see you guys soon.  I see you got out of Smelly Sock Jail,” said Fredrick knowingly.

“Thanks to you,” said Elderan.

“Me?” Fredrick replied with a half smile on his face.


“You slipped one of the pig stones into my pocket when you shook me.  Since the Ignorantees had already searched me you knew they wouldn’t find it.  I had realized when you showed yourself to Big Burpa, that the only chance to get to King Pardon was to be put in the same jail as him.  Once we were inside the same cell we just conjured a portal and left.”

“I knew it was the only way to save him.  I used another stone for my sister and me to escape.  When the Ignorantee guards moved to capture you, some of them dropped their stones.  I knew I’d have to be quick so I grabbed a couple during the scuffle.  I have one question for you though.  How did you know I’d help you?”

“I didn’t know for sure, but I had to take a chance. I could see the look in your eyes when your sister came through the portal with Big Burpa,” said Elderan.

“How did you know that was my sister Elderan?” asked Fredrick.

“I had already brought her to Mannerland.  I didn’t want to make the same mistakes I made with you.”

Fredrick thought for a moment and started again. “When you took me to Ignorandom this time, I remembered being there when I was very young.  The memories came rushing back to me.  They let me do whatever I wanted.   Gave me treats and let me run wild.  When I saw my sister and then later when Big Burpa started telling everyone how proud he was because I was such a bad person, it made me feel angry.  I didn’t realize that other people saw me as that bad.”

“You didn’t want your sister to become like you I gather,” replied General Rossidy.

“She’s the only person I think I’ve ever treated well.  Something kind of snapped inside me.  I didn’t want her to end up like me.”

“I think you still have a long way to go to grow into the great young man you can be,” said Elderan.  “Your reasons for saving the king were for your own gain.  However, it’s a start.”

General Rossidy spoke again, “Change is already being seen in Mannerland and the Land of Lies.  Fewer people need to come to the Land of Me.  So, whatever you’re doing it’s already starting to affect the world around you.  The power to our worlds is slowly gaining strength.  There is more good than bad in the world, but sometimes it doesn’t seem that way.   People sometimes just seem to worry about the bad stuff more than they should.  Keep that in mind.”

With a flash of light Elderan and General Rossidy were gone.   However, trips to Mannerland, The Land of Lies and The Land of Me were not about to end anytime soon.

The End