stanSenior Contributor
'The Very Last Story EVER To Be Told' -it's a children's story really!!
‘The Very First Story EVER To Be Told.’
A long, long time ago there lived a gobbler. Little gobbler was very unhappy because he didn't know what kind of gobbler he was.
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One day, still feeling unhappy, he wrote a story about his friends the other Gobblers. This was the very first story EVER to be told.
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As soon as he had finished writing, with one munch, he gobbled the whole story up.
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First he felt a little bit queasy then a tingle in his belly which became a FIZZ, then a BUBBLE, then a POP, then a very loud BURP!
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So loud was the BURP it nearly shook the whole house down. When he BURPED a little bit of the story, he had eaten, popped out his mouth
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Still feeling unhappy he decided to visit his friend to ask her what kind of gobbler he was?
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Song Gobblers whole house was singing beautifully as Little Gobbler knocked on the door. “Hello Little Gobbler,” said his friend. “What's wrong? Why do you look so unhappy? “ She asked him.
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He explained that he didn't know what kind of gobbler he was. Then it happened. It started as a tingle in his belly,
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Then a FIZZ, then a BUBBLE, then a POP, then a loud BURP! Another bit of the story popped out of his mouth.. So loud was his BURP all the tables and chairs rattled, it nearly shook the whole house
down.
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He turned bright red with embarrassment. “Oh no Little Gobbler that's not a song. You're not a Song Gobbler. Maybe you should ask Dream Gobbler?” Said his friend.
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So he went to visit his friend Dream Gobbler. As he arrived the whole house was asleep and snoring Zzz, Zzz. Little gobbler knocked on the door.
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“Hello little gobbler, “ she said, looking very sleepy. “What's wrong? Why do you look so unhappy?” She asked him.
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Little Gobbler explained he didn't know what kind of gobbler he was. Then it happened. It started as a tingle in his belly, then a FIZZ, then a BUBBLE, then a POP, then a loud BURP!
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Another bit of the story popped out of his mouth. So loud was his BURP all the tables and chairs rattled, it nearly shook the whole house down.
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He turned bright red with embarrassment. “Oh no little gobbler that's not a dream. You're not a Dream Gobbler. Maybe you should ask Rainbow Gobbler?” Said his friend.
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So he went to visit the rainbow gobbler. Rainbow gobbler’s whole house was very brightly coloured. There was red and yellow and pink and green and purple and orange and blue.
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He knocked on the door. “Hello Little Gobbler,” said Rainbow Gobbler, looking so colourful. “What's wrong? Why do you look so unhappy?” She asked him.
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Little Gobbler explained everything and he didn't know what kind of gobbler he was. Then it happened again.
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It started as a tingle in his belly, then a FIZZ, then a BUBBLE, then a POP, then a loud BURP! Another bit of the story popped out of his mouth.
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So loud was his BURP all the tables and chairs rattled, it nearly shook the whole house down.
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He turned bright red with embarrassment. “Oh no Little Gobbler that's not a rainbow. You're not a Rainbow Gobbler. Maybe you should ask the wise Wizard?” Said his friend. The wise wizard's house was
covered in white, fluffy, magical clouds.
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“Hello Little Gobbler, why do you look so unhappy? Said the wise wizard. Little Gobbler explained everything and he didn't know what kind of gobbler he was.
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The wise wizard stroked his long, grey beard then scratched his head “Oh, I see.” Said the wizard. Then he began searching amongst all his dusty, old books and coloured bottles of magic potions.
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Finally the wise wizard found what he was looking for, “Ah ha! Here it is,” said the Wizard. “Now Little Gobbler I want you to drink this down,”
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The Wizard said, handing him a strange white bottle marked ‘POP’. Little Gobbler drank a whole bottle in one go and waited. The wise wizard smiled, “Just wait a few seconds,” the wizard said.
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Then it really happened. First, Little Gobbler felt a bit dizzy, then there was a FIZZ, then a POP, then a BUBBLE, then came the loudest ***MEGA BURP*** you ever heard!
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So loud was his ***MEGA BURP*** it blew the Wizard’s house right off into the sky. And then he BURPED again and the whole story shot out of his mouth into his huge, hairy hands.
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All the other Gobblers had gathered outside the wizard’s house. There was Song Gobbler and Dream Gobbler and Rainbow Gobbler. “Oh yes little gobbler,” they all said,
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“That's a story. You’re The Story Gobbler!” They all shouted together. He was happy again. He was The Story Gobbler.
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And from that day to this, he became The Story Gobbler. So loud is his voice if you listen on a night, you can hear him chuckling.
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And Little Gobbler was so happy he chuckled. He chuckled so loud it might make you feel a bit wobbly.
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And still, to this day he safely keeps, in his huge, hairy hands, the Very First Story EVER To Be Told. Listen! Can you hear him? That’s the Story Gobbler.
THE END
Stan ::)
