A Story by Gresham

The following is one of the promised writing samples from Gresham, our 8 year old. This is a fictional story that he created using his first "decorations," some metaphor/similes and three short staccato sentences. There are three similes in the story and they're as easy to spot as a yellow polka dot bikini in a sea of Oregon corduroy (pardon my late night attempt at the same).

The Boston Tea Party
a story by Gresham Bergeron

It was December, 1773. Colonists roamed the streets. They fumed. Patiently, Paul sat transfixed on a lumpy bench watching the crowd walk past. His brother was one of the irate Sons of Liberty, and had told him something exciting was about to happen. Above the tumult, mischievous Paul dallied like a dejected street urchin. He guessed the hullabaloo had something to do with the three towering ships in the harbor, which were loaded with British tea. These were cargo ships.

King George taxed the tea. Colonists calmly refused to buy. King George raged. Colonists felt cheated and angry. Concerning the matter, they told the governor, who acted like a puppet, to take the loathed tea back to England. But foolishly the flimsy governor said, “The King’s orders must be obeyed,” and the tea had to be unloaded like an autumn tree taking off its leaves by December 16th. That was tonight.

About this time, the crowd started to stir and 100 queer “indians” broke through the crowd like grim gila monsters. Paul comprehended they were obviously carrying axes. Then in the moonlight, the Sons of Liberty boarded the ships. Whack, whack, whack! Openly the “indians” endeavored to chop open the chests of British tea and discard the boxes into the harbor. The scent of tea was in the air. The people started to chant, “Rally Indians! Bring your axes, and tell King George we’ll pay no taxes.” Paul knew King George would understand this message. Paul sensed conflict had begun.