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Anyway..................
Little Cars Go to Alphabet City
ISBN# 978-0-9871809-3-3
words assembled by Gary John Ford
during the first & mid parts of 2011
upon an IBM R60 ThinkPad
also named LittleQwerty
"Here come those little cars again." said the porpoise.
"I wish I had got the point of what you just said," said the cow.
"Where are they going? " said Lefty.
"What are they doing?" said Righty.
"What are those socks barking about now?". asked the cow.
"They were joking". said the storytelling man from rainbow town.
"I knew that", said the cow,
"I was just trying to be L.B.F."
L.B.F? asked the porpoise.
"A little bit funny." said the cow.
All the little cars where parked in a neat little line under a street light and next to where the helicopter was coming down to land.
"Helicopter!" said the porpoise. “Flaptabulous! 15 points for me in the listening game after 35 points of cars.”
"Helicopter!" said the cow just a second too late. “Darn no points for me again, makes me behind - I must remind.”
"Helicopter?" said Lefty. I'll be darned if I get any points in me.
"Roflcopter!" said Righty. I'll be darned if I get any holes in me.
"It's got to be the Helicopter from the beginning of the story!" said little red.
"Oh look, it's the Helicopter!" said little yellow.
"Wow O Wow a Helicopter!" said little blue.
"It must have been hovering above us for the whole first story." said little purple.
"Roflcopter!" said pobb, "rofl - rolling on floor laughing! Them socks are darn funny."
"Hello - Hello - Hello - Hello - Hello - Hello - Hello - Hello - Hello - Hello." said Echo the Helicopter, as he settled down on the ground. "Who won the listening game?"
"What is this listening game we suddenly just heard about?" asked pobb.
"Well, Well, Well." said Echo the Helicopter, "That's a story I can't best tell. Better to hear it from the story telling man from rainbow town, he's the one who knows the most about the listening game."
"I used to play this game with my father when I was a little boy," said the story telling man from rainbow town, "my dear old dad told me he heard it from his father who was a little boy when this game and cars were invented and the listening game is a game that almost everyone can play and the only thing you need to 'have' before you can play the listening game, is that you need to 'have' heard about how to play it.”
“The listening game is a game with points. Sounds to me like the cow and the porpoise are playing together at 5 points for a car and 15 points for a helicopter.”
“The listening game can be played when ever and where ever you happen to be, you can even play it at night in your bed and the best part about the listening game is that once you practice listening carefully and get really good at working out the sounds that you are hearing and how close they are, you won't get run over like an ant by a car."
"I like sound of the listening game," said pobb, "I like the idea that every little boy and girl who ever hears this story always listens out for cars, I like the fact that everywhere I go, a careful kid somewhere gets 5 points."
"I like it for exactly the same reasons." said Echo the helicopter.
"Possums play the listening game too you know." said UncleErnie the possum who was hanging from the tree by his tail to everyone who could listen.
"Except we possums get 20 points for trucks and here comes a big fat 20 points for me.”
"Did you beat the wallaby in the Listening Game again Possum?" said YoYo the big big Truck as he pulled up in a big cloud of dust after dancing down 18 gears.
"He always does, dear old UncleErnie has earned the sharpest pair of ears this side of the bottle necked bridge" said Wobbly the Wallaby.
"Second sharpest" said Lefty.
"That's right Lefty, the story telling man from rainbow town has the pointiest ears around here". said Righty.
"He's been playing the listening game ever since he was a child and that could be 50 years or more." said Lefty.
"And he is on this side of the bottlenecked bridge." said Righty.
"Righty is technically Right."
Said dear old UncleErnie the possum. "I got 50 points for being the first to hear his whistle when he crossed over the bottlenecked bridge earlier in the story."
"I'd sooner wear a gag, than start to brag," said the storytelling man from rainbow town, "But, I am the king of finding in case you need reminding and since hearing is untiring I am constantly aspiring to keep my points up climbing and the more sounds I am knowing is what keeps my points upgrowing, staying ever on alert, in case I could get hurt."
"I love how much safer everyone has become since we all started playing the listening game." said YoYo the big big truck.
"I got to keep 22 big trucking wheels rolling up and down and up and down and up and down the trucking road as safely as trucking possible, and its dangerous for everyone if I have to swerve to avoid animals and people that aren't trucking listening properly."
"Are you called YoYo because you are always going up and down the road?" asked pobb.
"Truth be known". said YoYo. "They called me CHASSIS Number BFT-22W-Y0Y0Y-421964 when I came off the production line, which, as you can see, has why-oh and a why-oh in the middle of it, and YoYo is much easier to say than CHASSIS Number BFT-22W-Y0Y0Y-421964 and the fact that I spend my life going up and down and up and down the road as safely as possible is besides the trucking point and a pure trucking coincidence."
“Can we follow you down the road for awhile YoYo? I want to watch how you go around the corners so I can learn exactly how to trucking do it.” said Pobb.
“Sure.” said YoYo. “If you follow me to Alphabet City, I can show you every trucking thing I know, plus, we can play a game along the way.”
"Whoot". said little red
"Whoot". said little blue
"Whoot". said little green
"Whoot". said little yellow
"Whoot". said little purple
"Whoot". said little pink
"What's the name of the game? asked pobb.
“The Butterfly Game,” said YoYo the big big truck, “it's a game with points. You get 2 points for every butterfly you see flying and you have to sing the butterfly song to claim your points.”
And then YoYo sang the butterfly spotting song in his big big trucking voice.
Butterflies are flying,
floating, flapping.
Floating like flowers
in the air.
Butterflies are flying,
floating, flapping
And I can see two points,
just over there.
“What a lovely song,” said little purple, but, wouldn't it sound better if we sang butterflies floated like feathers instead of floating like flowers?
And then she sang in her little purple voice;
Butterflies are flying, floating, flapping.
Floating like feathers, in the air.
Butterflies are flying, floating, flapping
And I can see two points, just over there.
“Nicely noticed, little purple. I gotta trucking admit, floating like a feather does sound more trucking realistic than floating like a flower, and even tho a butterfly looks like a lot like a flower when its flapping, they surely do fly like a feather floats”. said YoYo the big big truck, “also, if the child is still awake, they must try to sing the butterfly song, if they are asleep, we can save the next trucking part of the story for later.
So off they all went towards Alphabet City to see how many butterfly points they could earn along the way.
Now, it must be said that Alphabet City is a quite unusual place because it's not really a city and nobody lives there, because Alphabet City is mostly a gigantic pile of letters that you will find on the edge of the ocean of words.
I am not talking about the kind of letters that you get in the mail box. I'm talking about the kind of letters that you use to make poems and stories out of.
Yep, all the words that ever there was - and plenty of them - are there to be found washed up on the beach from the ocean of words, which is, in itself, a most wondrous thing to see.
When YoYo and all the little cars got to Alphabet City, the story telling man from rainbow town - who had got there much faster because he wasn't counting butterflies - was already afloat on a boat, fishing in the ocean of words.
Cronk Pin Wonk Din Wibble Wobble Po
Wish Tin Wash Tout Wibble Wobble Ho
Zink Ding Zonk Ding Wabble Wobble Oh
Gibberish Nonsense s'not a poem, no.
said the story telling man from rainbow town out loud as he looked at some of the letters that he had just caught in his net. Not worth keeping, thought the story telling man from rainbow town to himself as he threw all those letters back into the ocean of words so that they could have the chance to grow into a full size poem, a poem what might delight anyone who hears it.
Anyway, it had just so happened that YoYo the big big truck and all the little cars had parked next to a dinosaur that none of them saw until they heard the Dinosaur........ RAWR!!
“Did I just hear a Dinosaur Rawr?"
said little red.
"Dinosaurs are capital C O O L".
said little green.
“I thought Dinosaurs were extinct".
said little blue.
"That was a live rawr from a live Dinosaur".
said little yellow.
"It's a very very very cute Dinosaur".
said little purple.
"It's a very very small Dinosaur".
said little pink.
“It roars a lot like a lizard.” said YoYo.
"It must be a RinkaDinkaSaurus!”
said pobb.
“Recognised again!” said the Rinka Dinka Saurus, which is one of the names for those little lizards, the ones whose tails fall off when they get scared.
“Come back, come back. dear little Rinka Dinka Saurus, act as if you never saw us.
We won't scratch you - bite you - catch you. You will not fail to keep your lovely tail”. said the storytelling man from rainbow town just in time and just before the Rinka Dinka Saurus disappeared completely from sight.
“What do you want me for?” said the Rinka Dinka Saurus.
“It suits the porpoise of the story to have a dinosaur appear in it at this exact moment”. said the bottle nosed dolphin who had come for a swim in the ocean of words.
“It suits me to have a Rinka Dinka Saurus appear here right now and if we are lucky, the Rinka Dinka Saurus will tell us what we need to know if we are to follow this part of the story all the way to it's end, which we can't do if the child is asleep.”
“So, if the child is still awake, they must say Rinka Dinka Saurus out loud 3 times to hear the next part of the story.”
Ha! Tricked you, there is no next part of this story. This story is almost over because all the Rinka Dinka Saurus had time to say was “Look! We are running out of book!” before she disappeared into the next story, which amazes me the writer more than just a little bit, because the next story has not, as such, been invented yet.
However...............
According to the official rules of storytelling, there is still the actual ending of this part of the story to read out loud before this part of the story can be considered fully told...
and so.....
because the way back always seems to be shorter than the way there, and because all the butterflies were asleep, and there were no forks in the road, all the little cars raced as safely as possible towards their little car house at the end of the gravel road deep in the forest and high in the hills above Alphabet City and when they got there, well, you can imagine for yourself what happened becaubse now it is definitely time to turn the light out and go to sleep...
Good Night
;O)
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