The Repeating Cracker
Xavier R ( 6th Grade )
I was wanting to have a picnic out in the park . I asked my mother if she wanted to come , but she said , “ no thanks .”
I then asked my dad , who was in the counter room . ( A room full of counters .) “ Dad ,” I said , “ Will you come on a picnic with me ?” “ No son , I have to replace our recycled glass countertop .” “ Umm … Okay ?” I then went to the closet . I have two siblings , but there was NO WAY I was going to invite them . The only thing that my parents would let me eat before lunch was 1 MEASLY CRACKER . Ah well , I took one of the Saltines , and walked out to the park . I had to go through the lane , and a bunch of birds tried to eat my cracker ! They flew toward me , but I ran . I hid behind a big stone rock . ( repeat area ) I started my eating . I nibbled on the upper corner of the cracker , letting the warm taste of salty dried bread fill my taste buds . Suddenly , the 2 million birds from before flew at me , driving away at my cracker . I felt the URGE to protect it . I screamed like a wild Bus-Driver-Whose-Kids-Aren ’ t-Sitting-Down and grabbed all the birds by their feets . They flapped wildly , and I lifted off the ground . I swung crazily , struggling to regain balance . “ Those birds seem to receive super sentience from that cracker !” I thought . I dug around in my pocket and found a piece of my cracker . I threw it up in the air with one hand , while still holding on to the birds with the other . “ Go get it !” I yelled . Every single bird dove after the piece of cracker . I held on for dear life ( literally ). In a matter of about 0.0002 seconds , the cracker was gone . I had an idea . After eating the cracker , the birds also seemed confused , and ready to receive orders . I shouted , “ Birds , form a Bird Airplane !” They flew together , interweaving and connecting to form an old fashioned plane , with an open cockpit . I jumped into the cockpit , and pulled on ( strangely ) a robin helmet . I then grabbed the throttle , and pulled the plane into a glide . How did I know how to fly an old fashion plane you may ask ? As I said , I live in a strange place . So , I pulled on the throttle , and we glided away .
We were soaring lazily , when a huge shadow fell across the plane . A humongous hawk swooped down and gobbled up the plane ’ s engine , a 400-bird power motor . Immediately , we started to plummet . I called out , “ Birds , form a bird hang glider !” The birds complied . Suddenly I was gliding across the sky . But the hawk struck yet again . ( I think he had a vendetta against me or something ). This time , it swallowed my handle ! I started to fall , but the birds remained . I shouted “ Birds , scatter to me !” Most of the birds , at this time , just scattered , not to me . But 1 bird flew to me , and grabbed my ears , straining to pull me up . I felt in my pocket and found one last piece of the cracker . I fed it to the bird , and , like Popeye with his spinach , the bird ’ s wings expanded , rippling with MUSCLE , and the bird soared upward . We flew through a cloud of confused birds , and I just had time to grab one before we shot through the atmosphere . We entered space , and I put my bird air tank on . ( That bird that I snagged ) However , we seemed to be in a dilemma . There was no air for the bird ’ s wings to beat , so we just drifted , and , my air was running out . I had an idea . Using the last bit of air in my bird tank , I squeezed it out , and we drifted back into the atmosphere . Then we started to fall . I let go of the bird tank , and we continued to fall . Even the Popeye bird could not keep us from falling this time . Luckily , we fell onto the mythical mountain of Mt . Cracker . The Legendary Cracker Tree was on top of that mountain , so , as well fell right past it , I snagged one . We hit the side of the mountain , bounces about 16 times , then the Popeye bird flew off , and I fell right in front of the big stone rock . I still had the cracker from the Cracker Tree . I started my picnic once again .
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