Second story for Storisome: Smart Girl. This one is about some smart two-year-old chick and her journey with her brother as they try to find out what happened to make her this mutant of a child. So, enjoy!
Smart Girl: Bit 1
By: Wikihemilia Carrier
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Smart Girl: Bit 1
By: Wikihemilia Carrier
“’In a small town out in Wyoming,
there is a miniscule restaurant named Pauline’s Country that few people know of. But if you do happen to ever step into that restaurant on a rainy day and order a something to eat, if you pay attention to that one booth over there in the far corner near the kitchen. You will see a little two-year-old girl with a pencil in her hand scribbling furiously. But if you stare at her long enough you might eventually walk over to her after your meal just out of curiosity and take a look at what she’s working so intently on. And if she let’s you, you might take a look at it and see that the stack is full of stories that could’ve been written by Charles Dickens, blueprints for gadgets that should belong to the CIA, sketches that were so realistic that you had to blink and rub your eyes to make sure you were looking at a sketch and not a photograph, coding for websites that could earn thousands of dollars, and professional opinions on everything and everyone from Galileo to the last rocket launch to the moon.
there is a miniscule restaurant named Pauline’s Country that few people know of. But if you do happen to ever step into that restaurant on a rainy day and order a something to eat, if you pay attention to that one booth over there in the far corner near the kitchen. You will see a little two-year-old girl with a pencil in her hand scribbling furiously. But if you stare at her long enough you might eventually walk over to her after your meal just out of curiosity and take a look at what she’s working so intently on. And if she let’s you, you might take a look at it and see that the stack is full of stories that could’ve been written by Charles Dickens, blueprints for gadgets that should belong to the CIA, sketches that were so realistic that you had to blink and rub your eyes to make sure you were looking at a sketch and not a photograph, coding for websites that could earn thousands of dollars, and professional opinions on everything and everyone from Galileo to the last rocket launch to the moon.
“’If you did do all of the above, though, you would probably not have had the reaction I had. I raced out to my car, and drove nonstop until I had gotten well out of Wyoming. Why? Still now I am pondering that. My guess is that seeing so much knowledge in a mere toddler just didn’t seem possible. Maybe it had seemed that I had gone insane. Oh, I don’t know why, but when I got out of Wyoming I raced on the first flight there was back to my home in upstate New York. Then I wrote this column for my due this week. And to think, the only reason I was in that small restaurant was to meet my brother who never came.’”
“–Todd Hadden,” I read. “Mark! Come here and look at this! This guy named Todd wrote this column about me! And now I’m going to become a celebrity!”
“That’s wonderful! Think about it! You’ll be rich, and you can show off your talents! I’ll go tell Pauline!” Mark said.
“No! Don’t! It’s horrible! Horrendous! Dreadful! Repugnant!-"Sooo, what'd you think? A little pick-up? I don't know what you think, but I do hope you'll comment. Or follow Or subscribe. Or email me. Well, at least do something! Please? Then I'll post the next bit! :)?
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