Dust me please?

Once there was a little speck of dust living in a flea who lived in an old monkey in the Pasire Forest in Hamlyn, Weirndosia. The speck's name was Dusty and he lived on the flea with his mother and father. They were a happy little family and they had no worries.

Mother Dust cleaned their little home and Father Dust went hunting on the flea for some flea hair. The Dust family loved to eat flea hair. It was crunchy and sometimes sweet and sometimes savoury.

One day, Mother and Father Dust were having a nap. Dusty was bored. He wanted to play. Nap time was so boring! So he crept out of the house and went for a walk. He nibbled on some flea hair and ran and played. His parent still slept on.

He ran around, indulging in the bliss. He hopped around and shouted and laughed and giggled. The he came to the flea's head. Not knowing, he hopped onto the head and yelled, "I'm the king of the flea! Woohooo!!!" The flea woke up and he was very angry.

He shook his head hard. Little Dusty fell off. He screamed in fright. The evil, merciless flea opened his big mouth and CHOMP! Little Dusty now lived in the flea's stomach.

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The rats of Sewerville

Once there was a rat living under Mrs. Leech's bed. Mrs. Leech was a little blind and she was always sewing so she never noticed the rat running around the house. The rat's name was Fatty and he always took food from the pantry at 8 'o' clock at night and in the morning.

He would grab a chicken leg (or any animal leg there was), an ant infested jelly (Mrs. Leech always receives jelly everyday. She hates jelly so she never eats any), a pinch of salt and a little capful of whatever drink thats there.

Then he would drag it under the bed and chomp them down. Then he would get very stuffed and would barf it all out. When he barfed it out he would feel hungry again so he would eat the lumpy substance and pat his stomach. He loved to eat.

Even though Fatty was very greedy, he was very neat. He cleaned up his messes and threw away the chicken bones (or whatever animal he ate's bones) The problem is that Fatty was extremely smelly. He never cleaned himself; he used his body to wipe the floor.

Fatty was also the most popular rat in Sewerville, where Mrs. Leech lived. Every house in the small village of Sewerville lived a lady who loved to sew even with bad eyesight and a rat. The town was filled with rats and sewing women. That was how Sewerville got its name.

Fatty had many friends. His best friends were Lollie and Stinky. Lollie was the smallest rat in Sewerville and Stinky was the cleanest. Rats hate the smell of flowers and pretty things. Stinky bathed in 'Sally's floral flavour shampoo'. It repulsed the rats in Sewerville.

Now there was a rat in Sewerville that everybody listened to. She was the leader. Her name was RLOAR which stood for Rat Leader Of All Rats. Rloar was mean and hard, but everyone listened to her because her younger brothers were gangsters. They adored their sister.

Rloar lived in the biggest house in Sewerville with the mayor of Sewerville. The mayor of Sewerville was the nicest lady in Sewerville. She gave all the ladies in Sewerville a jelly everyday. Everyone respected her and loved her very much.

One day, Fatty, Lollie, and Stinky went for a walk. Fatty and Lollie looked through the rubbish while Stinky licked his paws. They brought out some banana skins, a chocolate bar (from one of the ladies grandsons), and an amazing green thing.

The rats didn't know what it was, but it was very delicious. It was crunchy in some places and soft and thin in other places. It was a bitterish but plainish and it tasted delicious. Rloar came up behind them and the rats quickly jumped down and bent their heads down low.

Rloar nodded and waited for them to put their heads up. They didn't. They didn't see her nod so they remained in their position. "Lift your heads, you silly rats!" They obeyed and Rloar spotted a bit of the green stuff sticking out of Fatty's mouth. "What are you eating?" Rloar asked.

"Umm.. We don't know." Lollie said, her cheeks turning a little pink. Rloar squinted at her. "I wasn't talking to you." Rloar said rudely. Lollie blushed again and nodded. Fatty spoke up. "We just found it in the bins." Rloar looked at Fatty, suspicious.

"Get some for me, Stinky." Rloar ordered. Stinky's eyes grew wide. He hated the bins. They were too dirty. "I just had a bath--" Fatty jumped up. "I'll get it." he said. Rloar glared at Stinky. "I asked you to get it, you fart lard!" Stinky trembled. Rloar pointed to Stinky and her brothers came.

They grabbed Stinky by his legs and threw him into the bins. Stinky let out a bloodcurdling scream. Rloar and her brothers laughed loudly. Fatty quickly threw them the green food. They lunged for it and scampered away. Fatty pushed poor Stinky off the bins and he fell with a thud.

He whimpered and ran home. Lollie shrugged and ran off, calling goodbye. Fatty sighed and went home. Then he went through the pantry and looked for some of the delicious green stuff. He found some and stuffed himself. Then he went under the bed and fell asleep.

That night, Mrs. Leech decided to cook dinner for herself and for two of her neighbours. She looked through the pantry and gave a shout of startled surprise. All her vegetables were gone!

Star

“...Ninety-six... ninety-seven... ninety-eight... ninety-nine... one hundred.” Star put her hair brush down and smiled at her reflection in the mirror. She patted her glossy auburn hair and then she climbed into her bed.

She fluffed her pillow and settled down. She waited for the knock on the door. It came.
“Come in.” Star said. The door opened and her Aunt Blossom came in. “Hello Darling.” she said affectionately.

Star beamed at her. She bent down and gave Star a kiss. “Goodnight Sweet.” Aunt Blossom said, looking at Star lovingly. “Goodnight, Aunt Blossom.” Star said, snuggling down under the covers. Aunt Blossom switched off the light and went out quietly. Star smiled and fell fast asleep.

*.*.*.*.*

“Hurry up!” Luke said impatiently. Star ran down the stairs and grabbed her sling bag. “Bye Aunt Blossom!” Luke and Star said in unison. They ran outside and Luke ran over to his motorbike. He fastened on Star’s helmet and then he fastened on his own.

Star wrapped her arms around her brother’s waist, and he rode off. When they arrived at the school, Star hopped off and undid her helmet. She dropped it into Luke’s hands. “Bye!” she shouted before running into the building. Giving a wave, Luke rode off.

Star put on a cheerful smile and walked through the busy hall to her class. Her teacher, Miss Rogers, gave Star a friendly smile. Star returned the smile and went to her desk. It was neat and clean.

Star put her bag on top of it and sat down. Then a note fluttered onto her desk. Someone gasped and Star looked around. Everyone was quiet. Star picked the note up carefully and opened it slowly. Everyone whispered to the person next to them. Star read the note with bated breath.

Hey don't you think Star is a weird girl? I don't like her.
She is such a teachers pet. Yuck.
Did you know she is actually an orphan? Weirdo!
Penny.
P.S. Pass it on!
P.P.S. Don't let Star see this!

Tears filled Stars eyes. She crumpled the note and stuffed it into her pocket. Everyone stared as Star wiped her eyes. “Please turn to page Forty-six.” Miss Rogers said. Every-one gave a sigh of relief and turned back to their books quietly. Star sniffed and opened her book. She couldn’t wait to go home.

*.*.*.*.*

Star lay on her bed, her face bathed in tears and her head throbbing. She remembered what the note said. ‘Did you know that she is actually an orphan? Ha-ha.’ Star turned over and sniffed loudly. She wished she had parents.

Her father had died in a car accident when her mother was still pregnant. Then her mother died in childbirth. She never got to hold the baby. Luke was 9 years old then. He held the baby and Aunt Blossom told him to name her. “Star.” he said. “I want to name the baby Star.”

So Aunt Blossom decided that the baby would be christened Star. Aunt Blossom had raised the two children ever since. Star loved Aunt Blossom very much. But she wasn’t their mother. Star wiped her eyes and sat up.

She put her hand on her head. It was aching terribly. She flopped back on the bed and sighed. I was so happy this morning. She thought tiredly. Then she remembered the note again and cried herself to sleep.

*.*.*.*.*

“Star? Star. Wake up. Are you okay?” Star opened her eyes and saw her brother looking at her anxiously. “Yeah, I’m fine.” she said before yawning. Luke gave her a hug and kissed her head. “I was kind of worried for you. As soon as we got home, you ran to your room and slammed the door.”

Star gave him a weak smile. “Its okay. I’m alright.” Star sat up. Luke smiled at her warmly. “How was school?”
Star cringed as she thought about it. “Uh, fine. I mean,” Star hesitated. “Pretty awful.”
Luke looked concerned.

“It was just some girls--” Star faltered. “Do you want to tell me about it?” he asked gently. Star burst into tears. “I was in class and then this note fell onto my desk and then I read it and--” Star reached into her pocket and pulled out the note.

She gave it to Luke and he took it, smoothing it out. He read it and his eyes flashed with anger. “They shouldn’t do things like this!” he exclaimed, angrily indignant. Star shrugged even though she agreed with her brother.

“I’ll have to talk to the teacher.” Luke said. “No!” Star shouted. She blushed. “No. She wouldn’t understand.” Luke gave Star a puzzled look. Then suddenly someone downstairs screamed. Star and Luke jumped up and ran down.

“What happened aunt--” Luke stopped when he saw Aunt Blossom lying on the floor, drenched in blood. Star screamed and ran nearer. “What happened?!” Star screamed, tears streaming down her face.

“Oh.. Luke... Star... Darlings... Come... I-I--” Aunt Blossom's voice wavered. Luke was crying already. “What happened?” he asked urgently. Aunt Blossom held Star’s and Luke’s hands.

“It was him. He came and- he demanded- I mean, asked me for the map. I refused. Then he- he kind of- s-s-shot m-me. No, don’t worry. Take care of yourselves.” Star cried. “Why you? What map? Who are you talking about?”

Aunt Blossom sighed. She was breathing very heavily. “The-the- map. The map to the treas—treasure.” Luke looked puzzled. “Treasure? Who came to take it?” Aunt Blossom looked very troubled. “My brother.”

To be continued...