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It's for this literary fair my English teacher is making my class enter. I chose a childrens story so excuse the fruitiness. I just wrote this and it's due tomorrow. Please fix it if anything wrong with it. Thank you!
There was once a little tiger named Spunk. He was just like all the other tigers in the jungle. He liked to roar, he liked to hunt, and he liked to swim. But there was one thing that made him stand out from everyone else...
Spunk had no stripes! No matter how many times his family and friends would say that he looked perfectly normal, it didn’t matter. ‘’What kind of tiger doesn’t have any stripes’’ he would mutter to himself as his eyes swelled up with tears. ‘’Definitely not a ‘perfectly normal’ one.’’
One day Spunk woke up earlier than most mornings. Everyone seemed to be sound asleep, the sight of their orange bodies lined with black streaks frustrated him and he decided enough was enough. Today was the day he would go out in search of his own markings. By the time he’d be back, he would look just like a real tiger.
Spunk wandered tirelessly through mosquito-ridden bushes, crawling between slimy tree hollows, as well as splishing and splashing with all his might past violent river currents. He was determined to return home looking just like everybody else, but by sundown his enthusiasm had been reduced to aching paws and muddy fur.
Suddenly, just as Spunk was about to turn home, he felt a hasty breeze zoom past his face and he saw a quick flash of a colorful figure.
When Spunk heard whatever-it-was settle down, he opened his eyes to be staring face to face with the most magnificent bird he had ever seen. ‘’Whats the matter? You don’t look too happy!’’ she chirped. He was in awe of the unusual bird. With a body made up sleek black feathers and a beak displaying each and every color of the rainbow, Spunk had never seen anything so beautiful.
A moment later, Spunk awoke from his hypnotic state and told the bird of his struggle to find stripes of his own. The bird reassured him that everything was going to be okay, she would help him get his stripes! ‘’After all,’’ she went on ‘’I am the magic Tucan bird of the jungle! All I really have to do is peck your nose once and voila! You’ll be just like all the other tigers!’’
Spunk couldn’t wait. ‘’Lets go then! Come on come on!’’ he exclaimed. The bird swooped down and quickly pecked Spunk on the nose. He walked over to a tiny puddle to see if his appearance had changed at all and to his amazement, it had! But then again, he didn’t really have stripes. In fact, he had a completely different pattern he had never seen before.
He was now a checkered! The bird realized her mistake and immediately pecked his nose again. This time, he was covered in black freckles. ‘’I’m not a leopard, you know.’’ He growled. The bird pecked his nose again and again. Peck peck peck, pattern after pattern after pattern until finally Spunk looked down at his reflection for the last time and gasped. ‘’You did it! You did it!’’ he cheered. ‘’I’m finally a real tiger! Oh thank you so much!’’ Spunk couldn’t have been any happier.
After a while, Spunk had forgotten how late it really was. He thanked the magical bird and ran back home as fast as he could. Once he arrived home, Spunk shocked everyone. He proudly modeled his new body as the tigers oo-ed and aww-ed. He was finally one of them.
Days went by, and he blended in with all his friends when they would pin each other down in an attempt to see who's the strongest. He even blended in with the adults when they hunted for food! Spunk was finally the tiger he had always wanted to be. But after a while, others starting mistaking him for his friends and even some of his younger siblings! Spunk haden’t had his stripes for long but they were eventually making him sick, he had already had enough of them!
He then found himself at the river one day, looking down at his reflection. ‘’It’s just not me’’ he said and leaped into the river, forcing himself to fight against the currents so that he wouldn’t wash away, but the stripes would. It didn’t take long til he was back to himself. He watched the stripes disappear south of the river and trotted back home.
Once again, all the tigers oo-ed and awwe-d for a few seconds. Spunk was now back to himself and could care less what everybody else thought. He was happy being the stripe less tiger that stuck out. Stripes didn’t mean a thing because to his family and friends, he was still a tiger no matter what.
There was once a little tiger named Spunk. He was just like all the other tigers in the jungle. He liked to roar, he liked to hunt, and he liked to swim. But there was one thing that made him stand out from everyone else...
Spunk had no stripes! No matter how many times his family and friends would say that he looked perfectly normal, it didn’t matter. ‘’What kind of tiger doesn’t have any stripes’’ he would mutter to himself as his eyes swelled up with tears. ‘’Definitely not a ‘perfectly normal’ one.’’
One day Spunk woke up earlier than most mornings. Everyone seemed to be sound asleep, the sight of their orange bodies lined with black streaks frustrated him and he decided enough was enough. Today was the day he would go out in search of his own markings. By the time he’d be back, he would look just like a real tiger.
Spunk wandered tirelessly through mosquito-ridden bushes, crawling between slimy tree hollows, as well as splishing and splashing with all his might past violent river currents. He was determined to return home looking just like everybody else, but by sundown his enthusiasm had been reduced to aching paws and muddy fur.
Suddenly, just as Spunk was about to turn home, he felt a hasty breeze zoom past his face and he saw a quick flash of a colorful figure.
When Spunk heard whatever-it-was settle down, he opened his eyes to be staring face to face with the most magnificent bird he had ever seen. ‘’Whats the matter? You don’t look too happy!’’ she chirped. He was in awe of the unusual bird. With a body made up sleek black feathers and a beak displaying each and every color of the rainbow, Spunk had never seen anything so beautiful.
A moment later, Spunk awoke from his hypnotic state and told the bird of his struggle to find stripes of his own. The bird reassured him that everything was going to be okay, she would help him get his stripes! ‘’After all,’’ she went on ‘’I am the magic Tucan bird of the jungle! All I really have to do is peck your nose once and voila! You’ll be just like all the other tigers!’’
Spunk couldn’t wait. ‘’Lets go then! Come on come on!’’ he exclaimed. The bird swooped down and quickly pecked Spunk on the nose. He walked over to a tiny puddle to see if his appearance had changed at all and to his amazement, it had! But then again, he didn’t really have stripes. In fact, he had a completely different pattern he had never seen before.
He was now a checkered! The bird realized her mistake and immediately pecked his nose again. This time, he was covered in black freckles. ‘’I’m not a leopard, you know.’’ He growled. The bird pecked his nose again and again. Peck peck peck, pattern after pattern after pattern until finally Spunk looked down at his reflection for the last time and gasped. ‘’You did it! You did it!’’ he cheered. ‘’I’m finally a real tiger! Oh thank you so much!’’ Spunk couldn’t have been any happier.
After a while, Spunk had forgotten how late it really was. He thanked the magical bird and ran back home as fast as he could. Once he arrived home, Spunk shocked everyone. He proudly modeled his new body as the tigers oo-ed and aww-ed. He was finally one of them.
Days went by, and he blended in with all his friends when they would pin each other down in an attempt to see who's the strongest. He even blended in with the adults when they hunted for food! Spunk was finally the tiger he had always wanted to be. But after a while, others starting mistaking him for his friends and even some of his younger siblings! Spunk haden’t had his stripes for long but they were eventually making him sick, he had already had enough of them!
He then found himself at the river one day, looking down at his reflection. ‘’It’s just not me’’ he said and leaped into the river, forcing himself to fight against the currents so that he wouldn’t wash away, but the stripes would. It didn’t take long til he was back to himself. He watched the stripes disappear south of the river and trotted back home.
Once again, all the tigers oo-ed and awwe-d for a few seconds. Spunk was now back to himself and could care less what everybody else thought. He was happy being the stripe less tiger that stuck out. Stripes didn’t mean a thing because to his family and friends, he was still a tiger no matter what.