A Giant Dinosaur and a Magical Drumstick

Well, today was very interesting. Here, let me explain. Just turn on your imagination and follow me. . .


My BFF, Kyle Wan Kenobi, and I were walking innocently through the Ding Dong jungle, when suddenly—a gigantic Purple Dinosaur jumped out and wailed.

“BooHoo!” He cried so hard, we felt bad for him.

“Kaylakin Scoobanobi, what do we do?” Kyle Wan Kenobi asked me as he unattached his drumstick and light saber.

“I don’t know,” I shrugged and shifted my weight to one leg as I thought about this sticky situation. “What should we do in this sticky situation?” I asked.

“That’s it!” Kyle snapped and beat his drum stick seven times as he recited the alphabet quickly. Out ran thirteen peacocks carrying pieces of toast, buttered, and covered in jelly.

I looked at him with confuzzlement.

“This Dino is purple,” he answered my unasked question. “Purple Dinosaurs love sticky things.”

“Of course! How had I forgotten?” I watched as Kyle slowly crept up, caution in his beware-ified steps.

“Kyle, how did you become such an Einstein?” I saw him shrug from my position behind him.

Once he had given the Dino his toast—I won’t go into detail of how Kyle was almost stepped on, jumped out of the way, and saw that the dinosaur had a thorn on the bottom of his foot—he gently patted his shoulder.

“There, there,” was all he said as he consoled the giant beast. After awhile, he spoke. “I know that thorn must hurt, but you’re going to have to trust me to get it out. Otherwise it’ll just keep bothering you.”

Red, (that was the Dinosaur’s name,) sat down and sobbed harder. “I don’t care if it still hurts.”

“Why? Isn’t that why you’re crying? If I take it out, it won’t hurt anymore.” Kyle said.

I nodded in agreement.

“My mamma used to take thorns out for me. She told me not to play in the Raspberry Thorn Bunk. But I didn’t listen.” Sniffle. Sniffle. “Now I feel bad.”
I crawled up his huge leg to stand eye to eye with him.

He sniffed again, trying to avoid my stare.

“Red, will you look at me?”

He shook his head, chin tucked at his chest, bottom lip sticking out.

“Pretty please? With a cherry on top?” I pleaded.

He slowly looked up and our gazes collided.

“This is a good lesson. You should always listen to your mother.” I lovingly patted his snout.

He sniffed. Then sobs shook his big frame.

Kyle took my arm and dragged me over to a cluster of bushes. “We should take him back to his mother. Maybe they could come and live with me away from Raspberry Thorn Bunk. We could also come over to your house. He would be great friends with Susanna Pop.” (My pet camel) “We can’t just leave him here.”

I nodded.

We walked over to Red and asked him if he and his mother would be in our family. With his mother’s permission of course. (Again I won’t go into detail about how he jumped up for joy, pushed the thorn further in, and Kyle took it out with his magical drum stick.)

“You never said that thing was magical.” I poked his shoulder.

Kyle smirked. “Hee, hee.”

So, now Red and his mother live happily with Kyle in Twinkie Falls, playing drums and singing songs about Little Debbies.

We all learned to listen to those in authority over us that day. If you don’t, it just leads to trouble.

Oh, about the crying baby in Bubble Bath Park, we figured out that he was only tired and hungry. For broccoli of all things! But now we have a new problem:
The Swiss Roll Fair is coming to town and Red really wants to go on a ride. Problem is he can’t fit on any! Do you have any suggestions on how to make Red happy without harming the machines?

Hope to see you next time!-Kayla

A Little Adventure...

Howdie and Welcome!!

As I’m writing this blog I’m listening to the best singer ever! Who? David Phelps! (Yes, music helps me think. Well, David Phelps’ music helps me think.) Have you ever listened to David Phelps? If not, go and buy one of his CDs! (End of the Beginning is one of my favs.)

Speaking of David Phelps, I went on an adventure today – use your imagination and follow me. . .

As I listened to David Phelps on my iPod and ate Ritz crackers, my camel stopped. “Hi ho! What seems ta be the holdup ‘round here?” I asked my camel, Susanna Pop (Pop for short).

In front of me, six other camels stopped dead in their tracks.

“Rats! This may cause a delay in getting to Mr. David’s concert.” I hopped off my camel and started talking to the other camel-ers.

“A beast walked right up in front of me!”

“I saw a flying fish!”

“A falcon attacked!”

“A human the size of Mighty Joe Young stopped me!”

“My camel’s leg is broken!” (I don’t know where that excuse came from, must’ve been the weather.)

I held up my hands and said, “Calm down! We’ll get out of this in no time.” But we were all thinking the same thing, would we get to the David Phelps concert in time?

Pop and I walked over to the front of the line and examined the tracks.

“Hmmm . . . looks like we need help from the Brownies!” I whistled and from out of the tumble weeds ran Tok and Shadow, the best figure-it-out dogs ever.

“Brownies, I need your help. We can’t move forward for fear of a big beast, but if we don’t go forward we’ll miss the concert.”

Tok ran in a circle and Shadow rolled over.

“Great! I knew you would help. Brownies - AWAY!” They jumped up and ran over to a cluster of tumble weeds, tails wagging.

“Wow, they’re fast!” Mr. ‘my-camel’s-leg-is-broken’ exclaimed.

Shadow moved the cluster away and revealed the monster.

Screams.

Gasps.

It was awful.

Underneath sat a poor, baby polar bear, scared out of its wits.

“Tok, Shadow! You did it! If you hadn’t found the poor little thing he would have passed out from the heat. Good work.”

Cheers filled the air.

The Brownies took the polar bear back to his home and we camel-ers got to the David Phelps concert just in time.

As he finished the last note on Arms Open Wide, I thought about our adventure today.
God truly did know how to take care of things for his own special purposes. Happy little polar bear. Happy little Pop. Happy little life.

It was a fun adventure.

Uh oh, we have a new crisis:
A giant baby has been seen around Bubble Bath Park and won’t stop crying - How would you stop the baby from crying? We’ve tried food, candy, and tickle bugs, but nothing seems to work! If we don’t stop the baby’s crying soon, he may destroy all of Bubble-burg!

Can’t wait ‘til next time!-Kayla

Come One, Come All to Kayla's New Blog

Hi! My name is Kayla R. Woodhouse and I'd like to welcome you to Dragon Claws, Dog Paws, Swimming Laws. . . and always more pages to turn! I’m a writer, and currently writing a series with my Mom that comes out in 2011 and is set in Alaska, but I also write for kids. If you’re a kid yourself, maybe you can help me . . .

What do you like to read? I LOVE to write Fantasies and Mysteries, what is your absolute favorite thing to read? I am a book worm as well as a fish, (Hint, hint: the “Swimming Laws and always more pages to turn”) :)

I love teal and hot pink, books, writing, swimming, music, art . . . and on and on the list goes.

What are the things you love to do? Do you go camping in your basement, fishing at the North Pole or horseback riding in Egypt? I love my imagination and thank God for giving me one! :)
What kind of adventures do you like to go on? It doesn’t matter if you’re an adult, teen, or child, you can still use your imagination!

In this blog I can share with you when and where I go on my adventures and you can join me by using your imagination! This is going to be SO much fun!!

Anyone who comes to this blog is my friend so don’t be shy to ask me any questions! What kind of adventure would you like to go on????

Can’t wait to hear from you! Have fun and God bless!-Kayla :)