Kroktrainer's Stories

Jenny Lenvozz

Emolzadockulayah...and Spwite 

                   It was a warm and breezy September day in Eelez. Emolzadockulayah and her friend Spwite were walking through the parking lot of a large department store towards the main entrance. They were both going to buy new clothes for school; Emolzadockulayah was holding a list of dress code requirements. She looked at the list and frowned.

         "This is an odd dress code," she said.

         "Well, I'm sure it might seem strange to you," Spwite replied.            

         "But really! The dress code is supposed to allow for individuality, but this?"

         "What does it say?" Spwite asked. Emolzadockulayah read aloud from the sheet of paper in her hand.

         "All students must where the uniform skirt and a dark blue/white long sleeved shirt."

         "Sounds normal to me."

         "Well, I still think there's something a little fishy about it."

         "Yeah, whatever," the two friends reached the entrance hall of the department store and paused.

         "Let's meet back here in two hours; that should be plenty of time," said Spwite. Emolzadockulayah agreed readily to the plan and they each parted to different sides of the store. 

                   Emolzadockulayah lost no time in beginning her search. She checked everywhere without success. At last she approached a worker and asked,

         "Excuse me; do you know where I could find long sleeved shirts that have both white and dark blue on them?"

         "White and dark blue? Are you sure you don't mean one or the other?"

         "I'm quite sure. In fact, I need a dark blue pattern on a white background...or maybe the other way round..."

         "I see, hmm...I'm afraid we don't have any on the shelves but there is one place you might try."

         "Where?"

         "You see that counter over there? They sell custom shirts. You give them a design, tell them what colors to use, and they'll get you the shirt in about an hour."

         "Wow, cool! Thanks!" Emolzadockulayah turned away and hurried across the store

                  There was no line at the counter so Emolzadockulayah walked right up.                          

          "Oh, hello! How can I help you?" asked the person behind the counter.

         "I heard you sold custom designed shirts."

         "Yes of course. Do you want a picture or logo on it, or do you want one solid color?"

         "How about I draw you something and you print it on."

         "Sure," he handed Emolzadockulayah a pencil and paper. She put the paper down on the counter and paused, unsure of what to draw.

                   She began to write down the calculations of her latest machine. She knew them by heart, so many times had she read them over and corrected them. She kept writing for several minutes, until six sheets of paper had been covered with graphs, equations, and notations. When she was finally finished, she handed them over to the person behind the counter.

        "Print these in white on a navy blue background please. Or maybe it should be blue on a white background? The dress code was so odd!"

These two poems are shorter then my previous ones; Lener Lon and Kon Kor. That's why I posted two at once. The first one, Swan Lake, is based on the lyrics to a song in a famous ballet. The ballet is about two people who open up a restaurant on a lake. The second poem, Ode to the Bananas, is just plain odd. I wrote it I was very tired. Just so you know, bananas don't really act like that. (At least, I don't think they do.) Well, I guess that's it. Post comments. Eat pretzels, drink slurpees. The regular.

Jenny Lenvozz

Swan Lake

I'm a swan

A pretty swan

I like to dance

Cuz' I'm a swan

I taste real good

Roasted or baked

Even flambéed

Cuz' I'm a swan

I can swim fast

And I can fly

Up in the sky

A mile high

But when I land

I can be caught

Inside a net

cuz' I'm a swan

I'm good with spice

Also with rice

Even for mice

I will suffice

I'm good in soup

And fine in stew

Or as dessert

I'm all for you

A swan for him

A swan for her

I'm only feathered

I've got no fur

So eat me fast

Or eat me slow

If you don't taste me

You'll never know

Jenny Lenvozz

Ode to the Bananas

Ode to the bananas

For they are green and kooky

Their name it is unrhymable

And bananas, they are gooey

They are slimy

They are slippery

They live on vines

As they quest for liberty

So ode to them

And feed them well

But never let them

Use your cell...(phone)

For if you do

It they will eat

And then your cell phone

Will be beat

            This is definitely one of my better stories. It took place when I when I was five, long before I came here to live on Earth. Like always, I just couldn't fit a few little details into the story its self, so they're written here instead. First of all, a Querjie is worth about fifty sense of Earthling money. Secondly...ummmm...errrr....well looks like there is only one thing this time. So, I guess this introduction is going to be pretty short. Which is good, because with the time you save by not having to read a long introduction you can post comments!          

Jenny Lenvozz

Story

                    It was a somewhat dark and very chilly evening outside the Marsian Palace on Mars. Inside the warm, cozy, and always yummy smelling kitchen, the Queen was teaching me how to make pancakes.

         "Are you sure this will work?" I asked skeptically as we entered the kitchen.

         "Of course it will, how else do you think people make pancakes?"

         "Well, first you take the box out of the freezer, then you take the frozen pancake out of the box, then you put it in the toaster, and then nice yummy pancakes come popping out!" I explained.

         "No dear, those are frozen waffles you're talking about. Pancakes are better, and homemade pancakes are the best!"

         "Oh."

         "Come pull up a chair near the stove and you can watch, careful not to come too close!"

         "Okay." I brought over a chair to stand on. The queen spent the next fifteen minutes teaching me the finest techniques of pancake frying. We ate all the ones that didn't come out just perfect; we also ate the ones that came out just too perfect. We made twenty-seven pancakes in all, I ate ten, the trainee security guard that was studying at the kitchen table ate four, and the queen ate six. There should have been at least seven on the plate of finished pancakes. I looked over to check. I almost shrieked in horror. There were only two pancakes!

          I turned and glared suspiciously at the trainee security guard across the room; he smiled at me. Apparently, this one wasn't too bright. He probably wasn't cunning enough to steal a pancake from right in front of me. Who else might have taken them then? Not the queen; she was busy frying pancakes. Not my alternate personality, she was on Pluto. I looked carefully at the stove top, I saw star shaped foot prints leading towards,(but not away from,) the plate! There was only on possible option, Starfruits were about!

         I had heard about Starfruit from a girl named July in my summer camp on Saturn. Starfruit are shaped like Starfish, except that they aren't fish. They come from Saturn and they live in colonies. Starfruit are very good at space travel and get along well with Detrimental Coconuts. July said that wandering star fruits would often sneak into houses and steal food to eat - (we only assume they eat the stolen food, they might also use it to buy spaceships or hang it on the wall as a decoration or something.)

             Now there was only one question remaining, where were the Starfruit and how could I stop them from capturing more of my precious pancakes? As I was thinking, the queen interrupted.

         "Jenny dear, what's wrong? You look worried."

         "There are starfruit stealing my pancakes!" I told her. She looked alarmed.

         "Of course Jenny." She said slowly and carefully, "...I think you've eaten a few to many pancakes. Why don't you go and play outside for a little while, I think you need some fresh air."

         "But what about the Starfruit?!"

         "Don't worry dear...ummmmm.... I'll call an exterminator."

         "But then they might get hurt!" I was getting rather annoyed with the queen at this point; she didn't understand the crisis of the situation.

         "I'm sure they won't be at all hurt dear, the exterminators are very competent. Now go run along and play outside." I left, but I wasn't too happy about it. The queen did not at all understand. Fortunately, though, the Starfruit, and the exterminators, were all okay in the end. I even found a twenty Querjie tip for me on the stovetop! I wonder who left it.