Mrs. Grindlegrowl was not happy. Spring fever had set in and the children were not listening. How could they learn about fractions when they were being so silly? Mrs. Grindlegrowl thought & thought & decided that she needed a new rule.
"If you talk out of turn, you will get DETENTION," she said as she eyed little Grindlewylde. Mischievous as ever, he winked at her. When she wasn’t looking, he nudged Lorelei Bite-n-Bile with his tail. Lorelei kicked him with her foot and he yelped in pain. Mrs. Grindlegrowl glared in their direction but, for some reason, neither of them got detention.
Grindlewylde liked Lorelei, although he said he didn’t. He liked her a lot, in fact. After lunch, he gave Lorelei a paper frog and he smiled shyly. She blinked at him a couple of times, then he watched as she ATE HIS FROG!!!
Little Grindlewylde was very, very upset that she had eaten the frog, even if it was paper. He missed a lot of math to make the perfect frog for her, and he LIKED math. He was even more upset when he got detention and Lorelei DIDN’T.
Grindlewylde called his mom to let her know that he’d be late that night. He huffed and puffed. He stomped and he sulked.
His mother listened very patiently. When he calmed down a little, she told him that she loved him, and she understood that he was upset, but that he could not yell in math class because that was the RULE.
Little Grindlewylde sulked off to detention, hmpf’ing with every step.
Copyright 3/14/2009
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Saturday, March 14, 2009
Monday, March 9, 2009
Grindlewylde and the Cookie Budget
Little Grindlewylde had a problem: he was addicted to cookies!!!
In the morning, his mother would drive him to school. She would try to kiss him and he would jump out of the car. He would run into the school and, if Mrs. Grindlegrowl wasn’t watching, he would run down the hall. He would run and run and run until he got to the cafeteria, then he would walk.
He would walk QUICKLY past the peanut butter cookies, because everybody knows that peanut butter cookies are evil. He would slow down a little as he walked past the sugar cookies, but ONLY if they were frosted. Because just beyond the sugar cookies, under the extra sparkly lights, were the TRIPLE chocolate chunk cookies!!
One kind of chocolate would make his feet wiggle. Two kinds of chocolate would make him do a happy dance. But THREE kinds of chocolate? Well, that was enough for him to get his goof on.
Mrs. Grindlegrowl did not like it when he got his goof on. Neither did his mother. In fact, when Grindlewyse discovered that he was eating THREE cookies for breakfast and THREE cookies for lunch, she was all sorts of not happy.
She told little Grindlewydle that he could have ONE cookie a day, and that any extra cookies would come out of his allowance. Little Grindlewylde scowled. One cookie a day would be horrible.
And it WAS…until…(shhhhh!!)…the day he discovered ice cream COOKIE sandwiches!!!
Copyright 12/12/2008
In the morning, his mother would drive him to school. She would try to kiss him and he would jump out of the car. He would run into the school and, if Mrs. Grindlegrowl wasn’t watching, he would run down the hall. He would run and run and run until he got to the cafeteria, then he would walk.
He would walk QUICKLY past the peanut butter cookies, because everybody knows that peanut butter cookies are evil. He would slow down a little as he walked past the sugar cookies, but ONLY if they were frosted. Because just beyond the sugar cookies, under the extra sparkly lights, were the TRIPLE chocolate chunk cookies!!
One kind of chocolate would make his feet wiggle. Two kinds of chocolate would make him do a happy dance. But THREE kinds of chocolate? Well, that was enough for him to get his goof on.
Mrs. Grindlegrowl did not like it when he got his goof on. Neither did his mother. In fact, when Grindlewyse discovered that he was eating THREE cookies for breakfast and THREE cookies for lunch, she was all sorts of not happy.
She told little Grindlewydle that he could have ONE cookie a day, and that any extra cookies would come out of his allowance. Little Grindlewylde scowled. One cookie a day would be horrible.
And it WAS…until…(shhhhh!!)…the day he discovered ice cream COOKIE sandwiches!!!
Copyright 12/12/2008
Saturday, January 31, 2009
Grindlewylde The Ninja
Mrs. Grindlegrowl liked an orderly classroom. She liked rules, rules, rules. She had so many rules, that little Grindlewylde couldn’t help himself. It seemed like he was always getting into trouble.
Mrs. Grindlegrowl frowned when he crawled under the chairs, pretending to be a guinea pig. And she scowled when she discovered that he had fired staple-shaped projectiles at the class, using the stapler from her desk. But when he made origami throwing stars and pretended to be a ninja, she had three words to say: Detention, Detention, Detention.
Little Grindlewylde was not happy about this. He fussed all the way home, to anybody who would listen. He argued that Mrs. Grindlegrowl never told him that he couldn’t play ninja, that this was a silly new rule that she invented because she was just plain mean.
His mother, Grindlewyse, being a very loving and kind dragon, would hear none of his excuses. She patiently explained that little Grindlewylde had broken a rule, and that he needed to be punished. Then, she told him that his punishment was fair, and that she agreed with Mrs. Grindlegrowl.
Grindlewylde huffed & puffed and a tiny wisp of smoke came out of his throat. But Grindlwyse did not change her mind. And neither did Mrs. Grindlegrowl.
Copyright 10/15/2008
Mrs. Grindlegrowl frowned when he crawled under the chairs, pretending to be a guinea pig. And she scowled when she discovered that he had fired staple-shaped projectiles at the class, using the stapler from her desk. But when he made origami throwing stars and pretended to be a ninja, she had three words to say: Detention, Detention, Detention.
Little Grindlewylde was not happy about this. He fussed all the way home, to anybody who would listen. He argued that Mrs. Grindlegrowl never told him that he couldn’t play ninja, that this was a silly new rule that she invented because she was just plain mean.
His mother, Grindlewyse, being a very loving and kind dragon, would hear none of his excuses. She patiently explained that little Grindlewylde had broken a rule, and that he needed to be punished. Then, she told him that his punishment was fair, and that she agreed with Mrs. Grindlegrowl.
Grindlewylde huffed & puffed and a tiny wisp of smoke came out of his throat. But Grindlwyse did not change her mind. And neither did Mrs. Grindlegrowl.
Copyright 10/15/2008
Saturday, January 3, 2009
Grindlewylde’s Song
Grindlewylde was glad that his brother was gone. It was quiet. And he liked quiet.
Except at bedtime, when he liked to sing. His voice filled the room and it made him feel a little less lonely. Sometimes his songs made sense. And sometimes, they just didn’t. But that was okay. Because sometimes emotions don’t make sense either.
Grindlewyse tucked her son in with a kiss, and she looked sadly at his brother’s empty bed. She would miss her Grindlemyre forever. And, at that moment, Grindlewylde missed him a little too.
After she left, he started singing softly. He sang all the songs that he learned at school. Then he sang about the floor. And the curtains. He tried really hard not to sing about his brother’s bed, but he just couldn’t stop himself.
"Little bed with a cover of blue.
I miss the brother that belongs to you.
He was kind of mean and he stole my candy all the time (especially my chocolate).
But I miss him and I wish he could come back
Because I want to play with him some more.
(Sigh.)
Little bed with a cover of blue.
I miss the brother that belongs to you."
Snot bubbles came out his nose, so he stopped singing. But he still missed his brother. And he probably always would.
Copyright 9/2/2008
Except at bedtime, when he liked to sing. His voice filled the room and it made him feel a little less lonely. Sometimes his songs made sense. And sometimes, they just didn’t. But that was okay. Because sometimes emotions don’t make sense either.
Grindlewyse tucked her son in with a kiss, and she looked sadly at his brother’s empty bed. She would miss her Grindlemyre forever. And, at that moment, Grindlewylde missed him a little too.
After she left, he started singing softly. He sang all the songs that he learned at school. Then he sang about the floor. And the curtains. He tried really hard not to sing about his brother’s bed, but he just couldn’t stop himself.
"Little bed with a cover of blue.
I miss the brother that belongs to you.
He was kind of mean and he stole my candy all the time (especially my chocolate).
But I miss him and I wish he could come back
Because I want to play with him some more.
(Sigh.)
Little bed with a cover of blue.
I miss the brother that belongs to you."
Snot bubbles came out his nose, so he stopped singing. But he still missed his brother. And he probably always would.
Copyright 9/2/2008
Monday, December 8, 2008
Grindlewylde’s Frogs
Grindlewylde was a happy go-lucky child. He loved origami, which is a strange skill for a dragon, but he didn’t care what his classmates thought. He could fold a frog in 9 seconds flat. His desk was covered in them and sometimes he would sell them to the other kids.
Mrs. Grindlegrowl was an old-fashioned teacher. She was a dragon that was raised on proper etiquette. She valued gold and gems, but not paper frogs. She took the paper frogs from Grindlewylde, which made him very angry.
Grindlewylde knocked his chair over with his tail and he sulked in the corner, glaring at her. When he thought she wasn’t looking, he tore pages out of her books to make more frogs.
But Mrs. Grindlegrowl knows everything. She marched little Grindlewylde to the Principal’s Office, and made him call his mom. Then she took away his recess for a whole week, which made him even madder.
Little Grindlewylde was angry at the whole world and he kept getting more & more punishments. He got punished at school and he got punished at home. He got so many punishments, that he finally broke down in tears.
All the punishments were so big. They felt heavy and he couldn’t understand how he had gotten them so quickly. He was sad about the punishments.
But he did not learn his lesson about folding paper frogs, no he did not.
Mrs. Grindlegrowl was an old-fashioned teacher. She was a dragon that was raised on proper etiquette. She valued gold and gems, but not paper frogs. She took the paper frogs from Grindlewylde, which made him very angry.
Grindlewylde knocked his chair over with his tail and he sulked in the corner, glaring at her. When he thought she wasn’t looking, he tore pages out of her books to make more frogs.
But Mrs. Grindlegrowl knows everything. She marched little Grindlewylde to the Principal’s Office, and made him call his mom. Then she took away his recess for a whole week, which made him even madder.
Little Grindlewylde was angry at the whole world and he kept getting more & more punishments. He got punished at school and he got punished at home. He got so many punishments, that he finally broke down in tears.
All the punishments were so big. They felt heavy and he couldn’t understand how he had gotten them so quickly. He was sad about the punishments.
But he did not learn his lesson about folding paper frogs, no he did not.
Copyright 8/15/2008
Wednesday, October 22, 2008
The Legend of Grindlemyre
Grindlewyse loved her son Grindlemyre. He was handsome, funny, and very, very intelligent. But he was also rude and unkind. Grindlewyse tried to teach him the ways of loving dragons, but as he became a teenager, Grindlemyre refused to listen. He became mean and spiteful, and did very hurtful things to his mother and to his siblings.
Grindlebane was an evil red dragon who delighted in stomping on things when he was mad at people. He was the brother of Grindlewyse. And it made Grindlewyse sad to see her son becoming more & more like his uncle every day. She tried extra hard to teach her son how to be a loving dragon. But, as always, Grindlemyre refused to listen.
One day, Grindlemyre didn’t get his way, so he went on a stomping spree, just like his uncle. He killed many, many flowers in Wentzville. He even had the nerve to kill the witch’s hydrangea bush not once, but twice.
The witch was very angry and when she found Grindlemyre, she attacked him with her sharp tongue and her little shovel. She fed his body to her hungry children, calling it chicken. And she enchanted his heart so that it became stone.
This stone she put in her garden, as a warning to all teenage dragons, that they are not as wise as they think. And that they are, in fact, quite tasty.
Grindlebane was an evil red dragon who delighted in stomping on things when he was mad at people. He was the brother of Grindlewyse. And it made Grindlewyse sad to see her son becoming more & more like his uncle every day. She tried extra hard to teach her son how to be a loving dragon. But, as always, Grindlemyre refused to listen.
One day, Grindlemyre didn’t get his way, so he went on a stomping spree, just like his uncle. He killed many, many flowers in Wentzville. He even had the nerve to kill the witch’s hydrangea bush not once, but twice.
The witch was very angry and when she found Grindlemyre, she attacked him with her sharp tongue and her little shovel. She fed his body to her hungry children, calling it chicken. And she enchanted his heart so that it became stone.
This stone she put in her garden, as a warning to all teenage dragons, that they are not as wise as they think. And that they are, in fact, quite tasty.
Copyright 6/1/2008
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