Karn Maeshalanadae
I'm a pineapple
Tooninoot: A New Life
"Jack!" Sophie yelled. "I have something to show you!"
Jack groaned as he rolled around in his bed. He looked over to read the clock. He sighed and went back to sleep.
Sophie burst into the room, her lithe body bouncing energetically.
"What is it, Sophie?" Jack asked sleepily. "And why are you trying to wake me up at six?"
"I want to show you something!" Sophie said excitedly, grabbing hold of his hand. She pulled hard, causing Jack to yelp.
"Good God, Sophie, are you trying to kill me here?" Jack complained, rubbing his shoulder. "I’m lucky you didn’t dislocate it."
"Quit being such a baby. Now hurry up. I have to show you something." She bounded out of the room. Jack sighed, putting on his shoes, and followed.
He tripped on the first step on the way down, tumbling the rest of the way. He landed face-first into a soft, warm, squishy brown pile. He howled as he got up.
"PINKY!" he screamed at the old golden retriever sitting at the foot of the couch. "WHAT HAVE I TOLD YOU ABOUT ******** IN THE HOUSE!?!"
Sophie giggled softly. Jack glared at her.
"It’s not funny!" He wandered into the bathroom, sighing, and looked up at the mirror. "Sophie! Where’s the soap?"
"Don’t ask me! I’m not in charge of the bathroom!"
"Or anything else," Jack muttered, finding a bar of soap in the medicine cabinet. He ran the water on hot, grabbing a washrag. He put a plug in the drain and scrubbed his face until it was almost raw, then rinsed himself off.
He came out grumbling. "Now, what was it that you wanted to show me, Sophie?" he snapped.
Sophie gave him a mischievous grin, and then beckoned him to follow her. He sighed and followed her into the kitchen.
"So what’s going on?" he asked again. Sophie turned the water on in the sink.
"Look in it, Jack," she said. Jack, shaking his head, did as he was told. Sophie pulled some powder out of a bag she had taken out of the cupboard and sprinkled a bit on him.
"Look, Sophie, I don’t…" His voice trailed off as he began to shrink.
"Help!" he squeaked. "Help!"
"Jack, stop it," Sophie told him. "You sound like a mouse. Now, don’t worry." She picked him up off the floor and placed him in the sink.
"You’ll be fine, Jack," she assured as he was sucked down the drain. She leapt onto the counter, sprinkled a bit of the powder on her own self, and hopped into the sink.
"Help!" Jack cried as he slid down the drain. "I can’t stop!" He soon saw a small flash of light approaching.
Good, he thought. About time I got out of this damned thing. He continued to slide until he reached the bottom, where he stopped with a loud SHOOMP. He groaned silently.
"Hey! Help!" Jack tried to wriggle his way free.
Just a few more inches…he thought, when something slammed hard into him from behind. There was a loud pop sound and he flew across the air, screaming.
"When will you go out with me?" A young man asked an elf girl he had been wanting to date.
"When men learn to fly!" she said haughtily. They both looked up as Jack sailed across the sky, shrieking. Their gazes turned back to one another, the same look of surprise and shock on both of them.
"How about now?" the boy asked.
Jack sailed for a few minutes more when he finally felt himself fall. He looked down to see where he would land.
Oh no, he thought. He landed with a slam.
A woman went out to mail a letter she had wanted to send to her brother, who was in King Crabman’s army, when she opened her door and screamed. She fainted dead away.
"Huh? What?" Jack asked. "What happened?"
The woman came to a few moments later, approaching carefully. She grinned as she saw where Jack had landed.
"Are you okay, sir? What happened here?" she asked.
"Look, lady, I don’t know how it happened, just get me out of this stupid mailbox!"
This isn't the entire thing-that would be much too long. But it's a bit of a start, so I need critiques on style and flow, not really punctuation grammar and spelling.
"Jack!" Sophie yelled. "I have something to show you!"
Jack groaned as he rolled around in his bed. He looked over to read the clock. He sighed and went back to sleep.
Sophie burst into the room, her lithe body bouncing energetically.
"What is it, Sophie?" Jack asked sleepily. "And why are you trying to wake me up at six?"
"I want to show you something!" Sophie said excitedly, grabbing hold of his hand. She pulled hard, causing Jack to yelp.
"Good God, Sophie, are you trying to kill me here?" Jack complained, rubbing his shoulder. "I’m lucky you didn’t dislocate it."
"Quit being such a baby. Now hurry up. I have to show you something." She bounded out of the room. Jack sighed, putting on his shoes, and followed.
He tripped on the first step on the way down, tumbling the rest of the way. He landed face-first into a soft, warm, squishy brown pile. He howled as he got up.
"PINKY!" he screamed at the old golden retriever sitting at the foot of the couch. "WHAT HAVE I TOLD YOU ABOUT ******** IN THE HOUSE!?!"
Sophie giggled softly. Jack glared at her.
"It’s not funny!" He wandered into the bathroom, sighing, and looked up at the mirror. "Sophie! Where’s the soap?"
"Don’t ask me! I’m not in charge of the bathroom!"
"Or anything else," Jack muttered, finding a bar of soap in the medicine cabinet. He ran the water on hot, grabbing a washrag. He put a plug in the drain and scrubbed his face until it was almost raw, then rinsed himself off.
He came out grumbling. "Now, what was it that you wanted to show me, Sophie?" he snapped.
Sophie gave him a mischievous grin, and then beckoned him to follow her. He sighed and followed her into the kitchen.
"So what’s going on?" he asked again. Sophie turned the water on in the sink.
"Look in it, Jack," she said. Jack, shaking his head, did as he was told. Sophie pulled some powder out of a bag she had taken out of the cupboard and sprinkled a bit on him.
"Look, Sophie, I don’t…" His voice trailed off as he began to shrink.
"Help!" he squeaked. "Help!"
"Jack, stop it," Sophie told him. "You sound like a mouse. Now, don’t worry." She picked him up off the floor and placed him in the sink.
"You’ll be fine, Jack," she assured as he was sucked down the drain. She leapt onto the counter, sprinkled a bit of the powder on her own self, and hopped into the sink.
"Help!" Jack cried as he slid down the drain. "I can’t stop!" He soon saw a small flash of light approaching.
Good, he thought. About time I got out of this damned thing. He continued to slide until he reached the bottom, where he stopped with a loud SHOOMP. He groaned silently.
"Hey! Help!" Jack tried to wriggle his way free.
Just a few more inches…he thought, when something slammed hard into him from behind. There was a loud pop sound and he flew across the air, screaming.
"When will you go out with me?" A young man asked an elf girl he had been wanting to date.
"When men learn to fly!" she said haughtily. They both looked up as Jack sailed across the sky, shrieking. Their gazes turned back to one another, the same look of surprise and shock on both of them.
"How about now?" the boy asked.
Jack sailed for a few minutes more when he finally felt himself fall. He looked down to see where he would land.
Oh no, he thought. He landed with a slam.
A woman went out to mail a letter she had wanted to send to her brother, who was in King Crabman’s army, when she opened her door and screamed. She fainted dead away.
"Huh? What?" Jack asked. "What happened?"
The woman came to a few moments later, approaching carefully. She grinned as she saw where Jack had landed.
"Are you okay, sir? What happened here?" she asked.
"Look, lady, I don’t know how it happened, just get me out of this stupid mailbox!"
This isn't the entire thing-that would be much too long. But it's a bit of a start, so I need critiques on style and flow, not really punctuation grammar and spelling.
