The Donchees
Large round eyes watch from the shadows as the hiker heads
to the outhouse. With night-vision keener than any humans, the donchee watches
until the door closes. The creature steps into the moonlight and looks around.
He really is a comical sight, huge eyes set over a bulbous nose, only two feet
tall, with long arms, large feet and a potbelly. A quick signal from his hand
brings more of these silly men scurrying forward. With quirky grins on their
faces, they proceed down to the recently vacated campsite and begin poking
their noses into the hiker’s belongings.
One of them finds a cooler full of ginger ale. Taking a
bottle out, he starts to shake it to see what is inside. Not hearing anything,
he unscrews the lid and is blasted in the face with the fizzy liquid. He slams
the lid back on as another donchee comes up to him giggling. The second one
grabs the bottle, shakes it some more, and opens it, sending more ginger ale
into his face. With both of them giggling, they each snatch a bottle and scamper
off to see what else they can find.
A donchee crawls out of a backpack with a small pocketknife.
Another grabs a lighter. Two others open the metal bear-proof cans and help
themselves to some cheese and sausages. A couple of donchees sneak out of the
tent, one holding a pencil and a bar of soap, the other with a t-shirt tied
around its neck like a cape. The sound of the outhouse door opening sends them
all into the woods with their prizes. They come to a small dark hole and one
after the other hop in.
Donchees don’t take much--just little things like, the bar
of soap, or the pencil. Most people attribute the disappearances to their own
carelessness, “I must have left my knife at the last campsite,” “I guess I
forgot to pack enough cheese,” or, “I must have left that shirt at home.” No
one bothers to wonder why they all seem to disappear at once. And while
they’re assuming this, the little donchees are busy planning their next
escapade into a world completely oblivious to their existence.
(assignment for Lesson #13 - Silliness)
If you are between the ages of 12-18,
(or know someone who likes to write stories)
I would like to post your story here.
Send me an email. I'd love to read your story!
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