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The Tale of Chickadoodle Fluff

on September 23, 2016

Once upon a time, in Summersville, lived a little hamster named Chickadoodle Fluff. Chickadoodle Fluff lived in a small country house near a cake shop. He liked to sneak out of his cage and into the cake shop at night and steal all of their Buttercream Surprise cakes. But one night, everything went wrong.

 Chickadoodle Fluff was about to sneak out into the cake shop when he heard a loud sound, “BANG BANG BANG!!!!!!!!!!! ” That scared him so much that he HAD to check it out. So he scampered across the lawn into the dark forest where he thought he heard it coming from. That’s when he heard it again, “BANG BANG BANG!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”,  but that time louder, so he knew he was heading in the right direction. Chickadoodle Fluff started to regret coming into the pitch-black forest. He wanted to be back in his cage, sleeping like there was no tomorrow. But he had to find out what was going on. So he traveled deeper into the forest, then he saw a bright yellow light in the distance. “HUNTERS!!!” Chickadoodle Fluff screamed. Then the flashlight was shining in his delicate little face in less than a second. So he started running towards home, but he didn’t know where home was. Then the hunter started running after Chickadoodle Fluff. When Chickadoodle Fluff realized he was being chased, he hurriedly scampered up a tree as high as he could. The hunter then ran right past the tree that Chickadoodle Fluff was in. But then there was one problem, how would he get down? He could not figure it out. So Chickadoodle Fluff risked his little hamster life and jumped. He bounced off a skunk’s back and landed in a thorny bush. This knocked him out of reality for a couple of hours.                                                                                                                                                                                       Morning had finally arrived when Chickadoodle Fluff awoke. The skunk was weirdly staring at him with one side of his head tilted.                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                   “Excuse me,” said the skunk, “Why were you jumping out of a tree and bouncing off my back?”

 “W-w-what,” Chickadoodle Fluff said unconsciously.

 “You jumped out of a tree onto my back,” the skunk said angrily.

 “S-sorry, I was just being chased by a hunter and I had to scurry up a tree and then jump down because I had no other choice. Anyway, do you know where my home is?”

 “Surprisingly I do, but I’ll only tell you if you never bounce off my back again.”

 “Deal”

 “See the hill over there? Go over it, through the valley, take a left then a right, then your home.”

 “Thank-you”                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                              The skunk then picked him up out of the bush and then sprayed him with his tail, and Chickadoodle Fluff started his journey home. It was a beautiful day-perfect for getting some exercise. Chickadoodle Fluff then went over the hill and through the valley. The valley was full of delicious dandelions, so he decided to take a break to eat.                                                                                                                    When he was all filled up with dandelions, he started toward home. He was almost through the valley when he saw some butterflies.

“Hello,” whispered Chickadoodle Fluff shyly. “Who are you?”

“I’m Butter” said the biggest butterfly.

I’m Flutter” said the next one.

“And I’m Cup” said the smallest one.

“Hello Butter, Flutter, and Cup. I’m Chickadoodle Fluff. I am on my way home.”

“Chickadoodle Fluff?! What a weird name!” teased Butter.

“Let’s go!” said Flutter.

“Yeah!” yelled Cup.

 Chickadoodle Fluff then felt sad and lonely. So he decided to not talk to anyone else in the valley. He then reached the end of the valley and took a left then a right and finally, in the distance, saw his home. Never in his life had he been so happy to see the little country house just sitting there with the cake shop beside it. He climbed through the window, and back into his cage just in time for his owner to come and pour more food in his food dish. Then Chickadoodle Fluff lived happily ever after.


5 Responses to “The Tale of Chickadoodle Fluff”

  1. maldonej says:

    Good detail,good sentences.Nothing bad about it.

  2. davison503 says:

    I like how you added the butterflies in as another character. I wonder if Chickadoodle Fluff every saw the skunk again. I wish that there were more events.

  3. graham31w says:

    Was Chickadoodle Fluff like a different hamster but like Humphrey? Why was Chickadoodle Fluff’s name CHICK adoodle fluff? And why was Butter the butterfly being a little bit mean? That was such a good story. Why did you choose a hamster and a skunk and the hunters? Did the skunk have a name? How many hunters were there?

    • stern338 says:

      Chickadoodle Fluff was a different hamster than Humphrey. His name is Chickadoodle Fluff because when I was writing this story I just randomly thought of the name Chickadoodle Fluff. All of the butterflies were being mean. I choose a hamster, a skunk, and the hunters randomly, just like how I thought of Chickadoodle Fluff. The skunk did not have a name because he didn’t have an owner.

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