did this during midterm week, so please forgive the choppy language and unimaginative use of words =\ ah, first attempt at a kid’s story! oh well 🙂
One warm sunny day Timmy snuck out of the house a little past noon when Mom was taking a nap. He was walking by the beach, thinking about how sad it would be now that summer is ending and the watermelon season is over, when he noticed something far away. He tip-toed over for a closer look and saw a big purple ball with long purple arms that had suction cups on the bottom. Timmy decided that this was a monster.
“Oh! Hello! You startled me!” The monster yawned.
This startled Timmy. He didn’t know monsters could talk. In his story books they always roared or growled as loud as they wanted and nobody ever knew what they meant.
“You look surprised,” the monster observed, “have you never seen a talking octopus before?”
“No,” Timmy mustered a single reply. Oh, he thought, this is an octopus. I guess he’s not a monster after all.
“Never ever?” the Octopus inquired in disbelief.
“Never ever ever?”
“Never ever ever.”
“Well!” the Octopus started, “not only can I talk, I can swim too. In fact, why don’t you come aboard and I’ll take you on a trip.”
Even though Timmy’s heart pounded like a little drum, full of excitement, he was reluctant to go with the octopus right away. So he asked:
“Where will we go?”
“Oh, just this teeny-tiny speck of a little island, not too far from here,” the Octopus gurgled as water rose up his nose and tickled his nostrils, “that’s where I live. I’m the Friendly Purple Octopus, but people call me Frank for short. My friend is a watermelon farmer – well, the Friendly Orange Dinosaur. He’s awfully friendly. His name is –”
“Watermelons? Did you just say watermelons?” Watermelons were Timmy’s favorite fruits in the whole entire world. They were red and sandy on the inside, streaks of green on the outside. When he bit into a slice, sticky pink juice oozed out and trickled down his arms. Watermelons were the most delicious fruit ever, positively so.
Timmy pushed up his sleeves and read his watch. The big hand pointed to twelve, and the short hand pointed to one. Ah, it was only one o’clock; Mom won’t be up for a while. She wouldn’t notice if Timmy was gone as long as he got back in time. So he climbed on the octopus (which was hard, the octopus having slippery smooth skin and all), and clung onto one of the tentacles. Timmy exclaimed:
“Watermelons are the most delicious fruits. Absolutely positively so!”
Upon hearing this, Frank peddled faster and faster as foamy white water wobbled up and down, crashed against them and sprinkled Timmy with sea salt. WHOOSH WHOOSH. Timmy sat quietly, gripping on tightly for fear of being drowned. WHOOSH WHOOSH. He hasn’t learnt how to swim just yet. He didn’t like the waters, and always tried to find excuses to skip swimming class, but at that moment he had never regretted this decision more.
Before long, Frank halted to a complete stop and they found themselves in the middle of the sea. Timmy was visibly upset. His face puffed up and a rosy shade of red covered his cheeks. He pursed his lips and his eyebrows knitted into a knot. Where were the watermelons and the friendly dinosaur?
Frank did not seem to be disturbed. He raised one tentacle high up in the air and shouted with glee:
“Here we are!”
“Where? Where is here? I don’t see any watermelons,” Timmy grumbled.
Frank the Octopus muttered:
Timmy waited and waited, and waited, and nothing happened. Time seemed to be slugging by, and finally come to a stop as if someone tipped over the hourglass. Timmy looked at his watch, but it seemed to be broken, since it did not tick. He was worried. He needed to get home before Mom woke up, and at this rate he would get caught for sure, and even if he told the truth, who would believe a story about a talking octopus?
“You are a liar! There are no watermelons or some lousy dinosaur!”
Just then, Timmy saw something glimmering at the stop of a wave crest. It was an island! It was really small and tiny in size; Timmy could barely see it while squinting his eyes.
Frank chuckled, “Now you see it? I am no liar. I am honest in what I say; I only say what’s honest. An octopus is truthful, 100%!”
“But the island is so small…” Timmy again began to worry. How would they get onto something like that?
This time Timmy waited quietly, but as time tick-tocked away he was beginning to get bored with himself. Just as he was about to fall asleep, the purple grass shot up and got as tall as the trees and the blue pebbles become as big as mountains. Timmy didn’t know if he shrinking, dreaming, or hallucinating or maybe, just maybe the island started growing!
Timmy slid down from Frank’s back and fell onto the island. The sand was soft and fluffy like cotton and white as snow. As Timmy wiped off the sand from his face, he got some in his mouth and it tasted like caramel and strawberries! This is not sand, Timmy thought, this is sugar and candy! How wonderful!
Next to the now ginormous purple trees was a row of flowers red, white, orange, magenta, cyan, azure, all the colors imaginable and all the colors that Timmy has never seen before. Some of the flowers had large petals that looked like Grandma’s fan, as golden as a drop of sunshine in the morning. There were some flowers with a dropping string of sparkling round buds just like Mom’s finest pearls. And then there were some, Timmy’s favorite, rainbow flowers that napped on top of a skinny stems and shaped like lazy cats.
“Are these edible too?” Timmy asked.
“Certainly. Everything here is edible, down to the last grass and last pebble,” Frank added, “even the water here is like chocolate milk.”
Timmy continued to question everything they came upon, and Frank explained them all to him like a good friend would. Timmy ate berries that changed flavors every ten seconds, rocks that tasted like meatballs, and even when he licked the tree branch it reminded him of the first time he had a lollipop.
Soon enough, they came upon a little house sitting inside a tree trunk. Frank the Friendly Purple Octopus knocked lightly on the door, and someone opened it just a crack, enough for the Dinosaur’s head to pop out.
“Well hello friend!” greeted the Dinosaur with a broad smile, “who is this you bring?”
“This is Timmy, I met him today. He likes watermelons,” Frank introduced the boy.
“Oh, do you?” asked the Dinosaur.
Slowly the door creaked open, and the Friendly Orange Dinosaur came out with a humongous watermelon the size of Utah. The three of them spent the rest of the afternoon drinking fresh lemonade and they ended up devouring the entire watermelon!
“It’s crunchy,” said the Octopus as he bit into a slice.
“It’s soft and mushy,” the Dinosaur slurped.
“It’s crunchy and mushy and soft and oh so delicious! I would do anything to have one just like this,” Timmy declared.
“You can!” the Dinosaur smiled, “I can give you three watermelon seeds and you can grow it in your own back yard. But remember, you must water it three times a day for three days, once in the morning right after you wake up, once just half past noon, and one more time before you sit down for supper. Then, you must wait ten days and a white flower will bloom. After the flower has wilted, the watermelon will begin growing, but you will not see it because it will be underground. During that time, you must be careful to water it five times a day, once in the morning after you wake up, once before lunch, once after lunch, once before supper, and once more before you go to sleep. You do this for two days. On the third day, take a shovel and dig until you find the watermelon. That’s all! But you must follow the rules carefully.”
“Oh sure,” Timmy mumbled, “Thanks!” He was already too enthralled by the magical seeds to hear anything else.
“Now remember, don’t plant them all at once!” the Dinosaur instructed.
Timmy would have liked to stay longer but he was worried he had already stayed too long. So Frank and he hurried back to the beach and were on their way. On his way back home, his watch started ticking again, and it was only one thirty by the time he got to his house. Amazing! He thought, time must stop when I’m on the island!
The very next day, at the break of dawn, Timmy planted a seed in the ground. He was so excited about the prospects that he watered and watered until he forgot how many times he watered the plant. Then he thought it would be clever to not water the next day to balance out the over watering the day before. After three days, Timmy did not see any progress and began to get impatient. He took a shovel from Dad’s tool shed and dug a hole. He could not find anything.
A week past and Timmy decided to plant the second seed. This time he was careful to water the plant three times a day for three days. Then he waited for a few days but forgot to keep track of how many days had past, and decided the flower must have bloomed and wilted already. He took a shovel from his Dad’s tool shed and dug a hole in the ground. At last, he did not find anything.
Timmy felt really upset and cheated. Perhaps the Dinosaur was tricking me! He thought, but he decided to give the last seed a try anyway. This time Timmy was extremely cautious and watered the plant three times a day for three days, waited ten days for the white flower to bloom and wilt, and watered the plant five times a day for two days. On the third day, Timmy took a shovel from the tool shed and dug and dug and suddenly, a loud THUD; he hit something!
It was sparkling green with streaks of orange and yellow running down its back. What a watermelon, Timmy thought. He pulled at the vine and pulled and pulled, and finally the watermelon tumbled onto the ground. Dad came out with a giant knife and Mom came out with several plates. They invited the whole neighborhood to come and enjoy the magical watermelon. It was juicy, sweet, crunchy, and mushy; it tasted different for everyone but they all agreed that it was the most delicious fruit they’ve ever had, especially in the dead of winter!
Timmy continued to grow watermelons for his family and friends. He frequently visited Frank the Friendly Purple Octopus and the Friendly Orange Dinosaur as he promised. And as he got older, he brought his wife, children and grandchildren all to the island.
 Reference to Horton Hatches the Egg by Dr. Seuss, in particular to the part where Horton says “I meant what I said/And I said what I meant…/An elephant’s faithful/One hundred per cent!”