• Apr. 11, 2008
The return of the Nutcracker
The next morning Clarissa wondered if what she thought was a dream was true. The answer to this question was easy; the trundle bed was next to her. It looked like James was on her bookshelf. “Where?” Then from out of nowhere came a nutcracker hopping off the bookshelf, which turned into a boy of twelve. “It’s really amazing that you can turn into a nutcracker!” said Clarissa. “Well, it is cool, but it feels really weird. Now, we ought to get rid of this vermin.” He pointed to the cage and the sleeping, tied up mice. “I think that we should take them to the dump.” said Clarissa. “The dump?” “You know the place where you dump things.” “Well… they might escape.” “Then I have no idea.” They though for a few minutes, then- “I’ve got it! We can take them to the pet store!” said Clarissa. “The pet store?” “Well, they would be held captive and then sold as pets!” Well…I suppose it’s a good idea…but-” “It’s perfect! Listen, we’ll take them on my bicycle this afternoon when my mom has gone to the other end of the house!” “Sure.” They had to wait a long time before being able to get downstairs with the mice. Finally, Clarissa had to ask her brother for help. “Tell me again, why do you want me to do this?” Frank said. “I can’t tell you.” She had told Frank that James was a friend of hers and he almost started to make fun of her when she told him what he needed to do. Well, this is going to be great fun anyways, thought Frank.
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