Post by Jazz on Mar 6, 2007 15:04:14 GMT -8
It isn't about horses, but I need an opinion on this story for a short story contest.
Hey, Diddle Diddle
“Hey, Diddle Diddle, the cat and the fiddle, the cow jumped over the moon. The little dog laughed to see such a sport and the dish ran away with the sthingy.”
You’ve heard that old poem, haven’t you? Everyone has. But what happens next? Nothing like you would expect. So here is your…not so happy ending:
I’ll start with the dish and the spoon. They ran away, yes, but where to? They didn’t even know. They were running from those crazy animals to start a life for themselves, but the truth was, they had nothing to start on. So they went to the city where the dish got a job in a strip club and the spoon started out as a furniture salesman. Then the spoon started having affairs with other silverware. The dish soon found out and found a nice bowl, cutting off their elopement.
Next is the dog. He was a laugher. He laughed at everything. I mean, he laughed at a cow jumping over the moon! Not very funny, if you ask me. And how is it a sport? Anyways, the dog saw a man flying away with balloons attached to his back and started laughing. He didn’t stop until his last breath gave out and he fell over, stone cold dead. The cat was completely heartbroken and went into a spiraling depression from which even the fiddle could not bring her out of. So, discouraged but still determined to make a living in the world, the fiddle went into the country music business. The cat soon met a nice tomcat and went off to perform in the circus as the high-flying cats.
The moon and the cow were perhaps the only two relationships from the rhyme that actually worked out. The moon was very lonely up in space before that cow came and jumped right over him, with just the faraway stars for company. So he devised a plan and captured the cow, securing the bovine onto the moon. One would think the cow would die, right? Well, the moon altered its atmospheres so that grass would grow and the cow could breathe. Only in a small crater though, but the moon kept the cow happy and they had a happy existence. That was how the moon came to be partially made of cheese.
I was Diddle. And that incident with the rhyme still upsets me whenever I talk about it, which is why I’m writing this down. So the obnoxious person who wrote the rhyme called my name, twice I might add, and then started off on some tangent about the cow, the moon, some eating utensils and more animals. They used my name because it was the only thing that rhymed with fiddle. Well, you know what? I won’t stand for it any longer! I now legally changed my name to Purple Orange Silver, or Purple O. Silver. Try using my name to rhyme with something now! Come on, I dare you! But no cheating, it can only be one word.
-From the diary of legally changed Diddle to Purple O. Silver.
“Hey, Diddle Diddle, the cat and the fiddle, the cow jumped over the moon. The little dog laughed to see such a sport and the dish ran away with the sthingy.”
You’ve heard that old poem, haven’t you? Everyone has. But what happens next? Nothing like you would expect. So here is your…not so happy ending:
I’ll start with the dish and the spoon. They ran away, yes, but where to? They didn’t even know. They were running from those crazy animals to start a life for themselves, but the truth was, they had nothing to start on. So they went to the city where the dish got a job in a strip club and the spoon started out as a furniture salesman. Then the spoon started having affairs with other silverware. The dish soon found out and found a nice bowl, cutting off their elopement.
Next is the dog. He was a laugher. He laughed at everything. I mean, he laughed at a cow jumping over the moon! Not very funny, if you ask me. And how is it a sport? Anyways, the dog saw a man flying away with balloons attached to his back and started laughing. He didn’t stop until his last breath gave out and he fell over, stone cold dead. The cat was completely heartbroken and went into a spiraling depression from which even the fiddle could not bring her out of. So, discouraged but still determined to make a living in the world, the fiddle went into the country music business. The cat soon met a nice tomcat and went off to perform in the circus as the high-flying cats.
The moon and the cow were perhaps the only two relationships from the rhyme that actually worked out. The moon was very lonely up in space before that cow came and jumped right over him, with just the faraway stars for company. So he devised a plan and captured the cow, securing the bovine onto the moon. One would think the cow would die, right? Well, the moon altered its atmospheres so that grass would grow and the cow could breathe. Only in a small crater though, but the moon kept the cow happy and they had a happy existence. That was how the moon came to be partially made of cheese.
I was Diddle. And that incident with the rhyme still upsets me whenever I talk about it, which is why I’m writing this down. So the obnoxious person who wrote the rhyme called my name, twice I might add, and then started off on some tangent about the cow, the moon, some eating utensils and more animals. They used my name because it was the only thing that rhymed with fiddle. Well, you know what? I won’t stand for it any longer! I now legally changed my name to Purple Orange Silver, or Purple O. Silver. Try using my name to rhyme with something now! Come on, I dare you! But no cheating, it can only be one word.
-From the diary of legally changed Diddle to Purple O. Silver.