The Adventures of Flump and Mira

By Lily Liu

Chapter One

            One day, when a huge flood was taking place on an island off the west coast of Canada, a flying sheep,  who was cold, and rather wet glided soundlessly over the clear waters. He wanted a home, so he decided to look  for one from the sky. As he watched,  a pointy thing with a pointy top floated up. The flying sheep decided to check it out. He slid down smoothly and landed by the pointy thing. It was only then he realized it was a boathouse, and not a pointy thing. There was a large sign, and it said: Meteorologist’s Boathouse.

          “Mee-tee-oor-ool-oo-giests,” He read, “boo-ate-who-see? Wait no, that doesn’t sound right. I remember an older sheep telling another sheep that E-O-R in this word makes the sound ee-or, as in the word meteor. Wait! I know! The word meteor is in the word meteorologist! Hey! I just figured it out! The first word is meteorologist! And the next word…. I remember learning about boats. Boats are dangerous to flying sheep. So the first part of this word is boat. And then my teacher took us on a field trip to a hooman neighborhood. There were houses, so the second word is boathouse. The sign says meteorologist’s boathouse. Now I’ll go inside.”

          When the flying sheep went inside, he realized the owner of the boathouse was away. All he saw was a page of a kid’s homework, an open journal, a TV, and a weather map with magnets to mark the weather. On the kid’s homework, he saw a spot for a name. The spot was not filled in, so he decided to name himself.

          He opened a random book and read, “FLUMP. With a funny, muffled sort of thump….” For this book was Harry Potter. “I want to be called FLUMP! I will call myself FLUMP!” Flump announced proudly. He flipped to the front cover. “This book is called Hairy Pawter and the Sorkerer’s Stone!”

          Then he saw the journal. The writing looked like the entry had been hastily written. Flump looked at it and tried hard to read it:

          Tuesday, August 14, 2046

            The flood here in Canada is very harsh.  With strong winds and heavy rain, I doubt many houses will survive to the end of the flood. Many people have storm cellars, but even so, the cellars may leak, and then all would be disastrous. I hate to think what will happen after the

            And the entry ended there.