A little story

I always thought it would be cool to write a kids book. I don't know why. That's pretty much me. Something pops into my head, and I don't know why, but I just want to do something weird. About a year ago I sat at my computer and wrote a story. Took me about 30 minutes. I saved it on the computer, and forgot about it. So here is my little story. It's not edited or changed. Just a 30 minute idea on paper. Enjoy seeing how my brain works. LOL

The adventure of Peter Petrol the octane mouse.

In a far away area of northern California there lays a deep thick forest of trees. Giant redwood trees grow tall and proud. The soft ferns fill the spaces between the trees like little umbrellas. This was a small town of farmer mice who took pride in their tiny hilltop town. His parents, Frank and Judy Petrol, run the market in town. They always hoped that Peter would follow in their footsteps by taking over the family business.  This is the home of Peter Petrol.

Every day, Peter, would walk the soft mossy trail to his family store in the hollowed out log. Along his way he could see the busy town of Clutchville. He loved to sit on the hillside and watch Clutchville. There was so much going on there, but what really caught Peter’s eye, was the nightly motorcycle races. He would peer down from his sleepy town of Ferndale to watch the action of the big city.  The sounds of the motorcycles filled the air. He would dream of himself riding in the big races, but how? How could he get a bike to race when his parents wont let him? He worked hard helping others in town to save for his motorcycle. He chopped wood, plowed fields, and helped pick berries for the farmers. He told his parents of his dreams. They told him he was crazy, and that he will be taking over the family business. He felt sad that his parents did not understand his dream and felt they did not care.

It was time. He packed his bag to head out to Clutchville. He was very excited, but knew it would be difficult. Peter worked helping at a motorcycle shop. He learned about motorcycles, and how to fix them. This is where he met Michelle Moto. She was the shop owner’s daughter who loved to ride motorcycles. They soon became best friends. Peter told Michelle of his dream of racing in the big motorcycle race, the Clutchville Classic that was going to be held in a few days. Michelle gave Peter her motorcycle so he could race. Now it was a matter of time. Peter used his savings to buy motorcycle clothing and a helmet. His gear was white with green. He loved the way he looked with his helmet and goggles on. He was ready for the big race.

It was the day of the big race as Peter and Michelle headed to the racetrack. Crowds of mice fill the stands. It was almost time to start the race when Michelle said,” I want you to use my race number 24 as your race number on your bike. It has always been lucky for me.”  Peter said he could not. Michelle said,” It’s your number now.”

There were rows of racer mice all ready to go. The green starting flag dropped and they all took off is a cloud of dust.  There were big dirt jumps, bumpy straight parts, and steep turns. This 10-lap race quickly came to an end. The crowd was eager to see who won, but the dust was think in the air. As it cleared there stood Peter Petrol. He was holding a trophy and the checkered flag. He had reached his dream of becoming a great racer.

He rushed home to share the news with his parents, but worried they would be mad at him for not staying to run the family business. After their tears and hugs he realized that they did love him. They did not want him to become a racer mouse because they were worried that he was going to get hurt, but they were so proud. They loved him all along. Now his trophy sits on the shelf of their grocery store, and out back is a little shop called Peter Petrol’s Motorcycle school. Peter now teaches other mice in his town the love of motorcycles. Never give up on your dreams.

Hope you liked it. 

xoxoxoxo :-)