Three Little Sockies
The twins were sitting in their bed, listening to Freddi read their favorite bedtime story again. When she had finished, she left the room.
"Good night Paisley," said Puddles.
"Good night Puddles," said Paisley.
Suddenly Posie walked into the room, flipped on the light, and sat on the bed. "Hi. Mommy said I could read you my new poem. So I will, and here it is."
He flipped through his notepad and recited:
"Three little sockies bouncing on the bed.
Two were green and one was red.
The green sockies told him, "You don't belong!"
"The greens are a pair! To add a red would be wrong."
So the little red sockie set off by himself
To look for a partner! He checked on the shelf.
He looked in the drawer, in the dryer, and on the floor.
But there were no red sockies cause there weren't any more.
So the little red sockie went back home
And he saw an orange sockie out for a roam.
He asked, "Hello Orange, why are you alone?"
The reply was, "I don't have a partner of my own."
So the red and the orange got together at last
Even though they weren't twins they still had a blast.
The End."
Posie closed the pad and smirked. "Well?"
"That actually made sense," Paisley commented. "I'm impressed."
Puddles nodded solemnly, oddly comforted. "That was deep."
Posie left the room and turned out the light.
To read more of my old Posie stories, scroll down.
"Good night Paisley," said Puddles.
"Good night Puddles," said Paisley.
Suddenly Posie walked into the room, flipped on the light, and sat on the bed. "Hi. Mommy said I could read you my new poem. So I will, and here it is."
He flipped through his notepad and recited:
"Three little sockies bouncing on the bed.
Two were green and one was red.
The green sockies told him, "You don't belong!"
"The greens are a pair! To add a red would be wrong."
So the little red sockie set off by himself
To look for a partner! He checked on the shelf.
He looked in the drawer, in the dryer, and on the floor.
But there were no red sockies cause there weren't any more.
So the little red sockie went back home
And he saw an orange sockie out for a roam.
He asked, "Hello Orange, why are you alone?"
The reply was, "I don't have a partner of my own."
So the red and the orange got together at last
Even though they weren't twins they still had a blast.
The End."
Posie closed the pad and smirked. "Well?"
"That actually made sense," Paisley commented. "I'm impressed."
Puddles nodded solemnly, oddly comforted. "That was deep."
Posie left the room and turned out the light.
To read more of my old Posie stories, scroll down.
Posie's Song
"Cheese on a pickle, put some more mustard! Now you have your hot, SNACK!"
"Are you listening to that annoying song AGAIN?" Freddi asked Posie, who was dancing around the room and singing along.
"It's not annoying! Cheese on a Pickle was voted #1 in the Hoogie Boogie Music Show! And I like it," Posie retorted.
"Well, why don't you listen to something else?"
"Nothing can replace Cheese on a Pickle, even if I wrote it myself. Hey. why DON'T I try to write something myself?"
So Posie pulled out a sheet of notebook paper and his favorite red pencil and began to write down the best things he could think of. When the song was done, he plugged the microphone into the radio, went outside, and recorded the song.
That night, the Seed family gathered around the radio to hear Posie's new song.
"Pickle socks, ooh! Pickle socks, ooh! You wear them on your feet, and bounce them to the beat, pickle socks! Yeah, I said, PICKLE SOCKS! OOH!"
"That was it?" Bill asked sadly.
"Yeah, but we can listen to it again!" Posie said happily, turning it back on.
Freddi, Dosie, and the twins looked at each other and shook their heads slowly. They left the room, leaving Bill and Posie in the living room dancing together.
The End.
"Cheese on a pickle, put some more mustard! Now you have your hot, SNACK!"
"Are you listening to that annoying song AGAIN?" Freddi asked Posie, who was dancing around the room and singing along.
"It's not annoying! Cheese on a Pickle was voted #1 in the Hoogie Boogie Music Show! And I like it," Posie retorted.
"Well, why don't you listen to something else?"
"Nothing can replace Cheese on a Pickle, even if I wrote it myself. Hey. why DON'T I try to write something myself?"
So Posie pulled out a sheet of notebook paper and his favorite red pencil and began to write down the best things he could think of. When the song was done, he plugged the microphone into the radio, went outside, and recorded the song.
That night, the Seed family gathered around the radio to hear Posie's new song.
"Pickle socks, ooh! Pickle socks, ooh! You wear them on your feet, and bounce them to the beat, pickle socks! Yeah, I said, PICKLE SOCKS! OOH!"
"That was it?" Bill asked sadly.
"Yeah, but we can listen to it again!" Posie said happily, turning it back on.
Freddi, Dosie, and the twins looked at each other and shook their heads slowly. They left the room, leaving Bill and Posie in the living room dancing together.
The End.
Posie's Dessert
Posie looked at the teacher. Not because he was interested, of course, but because if he looked away one more time, Posie would get a note. Then, later, the class was dismissed. So Posie slipped on his back pack and waddled out the door. Then he met up with his buddy, Squeakies. The two trudged home. Freddi was gawking at Dosie as usual; Paisley and Puddles were playing Cinderella. One would be the Fairy Godmother and the other Cinderella. The Fairy would give Cinderella a plastic crown, and whoever was Cinderella would giggle and do a little dance. Then they would switch. Posie set the table. Freddi reminded him to wash his wings. He rinsed them quickly and sat down. Freddi served him brussel sprouts. Dosie devoured his straight away, and Freddi served him cake. Dosie refused the sweet. Posie, seeing this, gulped a sprout down and choked. He forgot he didn’t like them. Posie pushed away his plate. But he liked cake! So he pulled it back and started to choke down the rest of the sprouts. I better hurry!, thought Posie. Freddi was serving Bill and the twins. Posie wolfed down his food although he did not like it. Freddi happened to glance over just in time. “Want some cake?” “Sure,” said Posie and spit up into his napkin.
Posie looked at the teacher. Not because he was interested, of course, but because if he looked away one more time, Posie would get a note. Then, later, the class was dismissed. So Posie slipped on his back pack and waddled out the door. Then he met up with his buddy, Squeakies. The two trudged home. Freddi was gawking at Dosie as usual; Paisley and Puddles were playing Cinderella. One would be the Fairy Godmother and the other Cinderella. The Fairy would give Cinderella a plastic crown, and whoever was Cinderella would giggle and do a little dance. Then they would switch. Posie set the table. Freddi reminded him to wash his wings. He rinsed them quickly and sat down. Freddi served him brussel sprouts. Dosie devoured his straight away, and Freddi served him cake. Dosie refused the sweet. Posie, seeing this, gulped a sprout down and choked. He forgot he didn’t like them. Posie pushed away his plate. But he liked cake! So he pulled it back and started to choke down the rest of the sprouts. I better hurry!, thought Posie. Freddi was serving Bill and the twins. Posie wolfed down his food although he did not like it. Freddi happened to glance over just in time. “Want some cake?” “Sure,” said Posie and spit up into his napkin.
Muneh, Muneh, Muneh Part 3
To cheer himself up, the duck visited his favorite store, Pranks R Us. What would he buy? Maybe he would buy a hang glider shaped like a taco. No, Posie didn’t know how to ride a hang glider, much less a taco one. Finally, he found what he was looking for. It was a bomb. But, it was not just any bomb. It was a stink bomb.
“It may be harmless, but it sure is smelly!” thought Posie, as he rocketed out of the twins’ room after putting his prize to use.
THE END
To cheer himself up, the duck visited his favorite store, Pranks R Us. What would he buy? Maybe he would buy a hang glider shaped like a taco. No, Posie didn’t know how to ride a hang glider, much less a taco one. Finally, he found what he was looking for. It was a bomb. But, it was not just any bomb. It was a stink bomb.
“It may be harmless, but it sure is smelly!” thought Posie, as he rocketed out of the twins’ room after putting his prize to use.
THE END
Muneh, Muneh, Muneh Part 2
Posie asked his father, Bill, for some money.
“What are you going to use it for?”
“A bomb,” Posie replied flippantly.
“Cool,” Bill said cheerily.
He handed Posie a couple bucks. Posie excitedly went to the hardware store, which was just down the street. Of course, they didn’t carry bombs.
“What kind of store is that?” Posie muttered.
TO BE CONTINUED
Posie asked his father, Bill, for some money.
“What are you going to use it for?”
“A bomb,” Posie replied flippantly.
“Cool,” Bill said cheerily.
He handed Posie a couple bucks. Posie excitedly went to the hardware store, which was just down the street. Of course, they didn’t carry bombs.
“What kind of store is that?” Posie muttered.
TO BE CONTINUED
Muneh, Muneh, Muneh (That's how Posie says Money, Money, Money)
Posie needed money to buy a new bomb, or at least TRY to buy one. Nobody seemed to want to give him one these days. Posie went to Paisley first.
“I need cash,” he insisted.
Paisley was able to donate a penny.
“Aw, surely you can gimme more than that!” Posie complained.
“No, I can’t,” Paisley admitted. “That was all I had.”
Posie saw this, and was rather disappointed.
“Oh,” he said quietly.
Well, maybe Puddles had something.
“NO,” she said. “I don’t have anything.”
Posie moved to Dosie. He rapped on Dosie’s bedroom door.
“Hey, Uncle Lars (Dosie's random nickname), your awesome brother needs some cash!”
“What are you going to use it for?”
“A bomb,” Posie admitted.
“No.”
"Oh. Rats."
TO BE CONTINUED
Posie needed money to buy a new bomb, or at least TRY to buy one. Nobody seemed to want to give him one these days. Posie went to Paisley first.
“I need cash,” he insisted.
Paisley was able to donate a penny.
“Aw, surely you can gimme more than that!” Posie complained.
“No, I can’t,” Paisley admitted. “That was all I had.”
Posie saw this, and was rather disappointed.
“Oh,” he said quietly.
Well, maybe Puddles had something.
“NO,” she said. “I don’t have anything.”
Posie moved to Dosie. He rapped on Dosie’s bedroom door.
“Hey, Uncle Lars (Dosie's random nickname), your awesome brother needs some cash!”
“What are you going to use it for?”
“A bomb,” Posie admitted.
“No.”
"Oh. Rats."
TO BE CONTINUED
Posie and the Legend of Glubmur (Part Three)
"POSIE!" Freddi's voice rang out. Posie trudged glumly in her direction. "The twins tell me there’s a monster loose in the house. By any chance do you have anything to do with it?" she asked. "I made Glubmur up." "I know you did. And as a punishment, you will have to play whatever the twins want for the next two hours. Do you hear me?"
"Loud and clear, Mommy." Posie saluted, and went to play with his sisters.
And Glubmur was never heard from again.
THE END
"POSIE!" Freddi's voice rang out. Posie trudged glumly in her direction. "The twins tell me there’s a monster loose in the house. By any chance do you have anything to do with it?" she asked. "I made Glubmur up." "I know you did. And as a punishment, you will have to play whatever the twins want for the next two hours. Do you hear me?"
"Loud and clear, Mommy." Posie saluted, and went to play with his sisters.
And Glubmur was never heard from again.
THE END
Posie and the Legend of Glubmur (Part Two)
The twins were playing Polly Pockets. Posie burst in with a camera.
"AHH!" screamed Paisley.
"Let me take your picture," said Posie. He did.
"How did it turn out?" Puddles questioned.
"Here, look," said Posie, handing them the camera.
The twins were playing Polly Pockets. Posie burst in with a camera.
"AHH!" screamed Paisley.
"Let me take your picture," said Posie. He did.
"How did it turn out?" Puddles questioned.
"Here, look," said Posie, handing them the camera.
"AHH!" Paisley shrieked, her pigtails standing on end.
"GLUBMUR IS BEHIND US!" Puddles screamed.
The duo dashed off together, clutching their Polly Pockets. Posie chuckled when they were out of earshot, and removed the rather creative drawing of Glubmur from the back wall before anyone noticed. He hoped he wouldn't get caught.
To Be Continued
"GLUBMUR IS BEHIND US!" Puddles screamed.
The duo dashed off together, clutching their Polly Pockets. Posie chuckled when they were out of earshot, and removed the rather creative drawing of Glubmur from the back wall before anyone noticed. He hoped he wouldn't get caught.
To Be Continued
Posie and the Legend of Glubmur
Posie liked to make his little sisters shriek with fright. He decided he would make up a story about a fake monster. "Hey Opal. Hey Doily." (That is what he calls them.)
"What, Posie?"
"I want to tell you a story...about...um...Glubmur! Yes, Glubmur. Ahem, so there was a kid who fell in some mud. He never got up- because he was eaten by Glubmur! Glubmur was a monster who looked like mud! So he oozed around pretending to be a puddle! Nobody has ever caught him in the act of oozing. They say he stalks this area."
The twins were skeptical. "If nobody ever caught him, then how do you know about him?" Paisley drilled. "Because nobody caught Glubmur but ME, that's why," Posie sneered. The twins were still skeptical. But that was all right. Posie would MAKE them believe it...and he knew just how.
TO BE CONTINUED. MORE TOMORROW!
Posie liked to make his little sisters shriek with fright. He decided he would make up a story about a fake monster. "Hey Opal. Hey Doily." (That is what he calls them.)
"What, Posie?"
"I want to tell you a story...about...um...Glubmur! Yes, Glubmur. Ahem, so there was a kid who fell in some mud. He never got up- because he was eaten by Glubmur! Glubmur was a monster who looked like mud! So he oozed around pretending to be a puddle! Nobody has ever caught him in the act of oozing. They say he stalks this area."
The twins were skeptical. "If nobody ever caught him, then how do you know about him?" Paisley drilled. "Because nobody caught Glubmur but ME, that's why," Posie sneered. The twins were still skeptical. But that was all right. Posie would MAKE them believe it...and he knew just how.
TO BE CONTINUED. MORE TOMORROW!
Posie's Haircut
"Mommy, do I have hair or just feathers?” Posie wanted to know as they drove to the barber shop for a trim. “Actually, I guess you could say both,” said Freddi. “Why?”
“'Cause I don't know what we're doing here,” Posie replied bluntly.
"You're getting kind of shaggy," Freddi replied, equally blunt. "The barber is going to make your feathers shorter."
"What if I think I look fine?"
"What if I don't think you look fine?" Freddi dragged Posie inside the shop. A friendly-looking flamingo with a name tag reading 'Jessica' smiled at them.
"Will that be a feather-cut for the young man?"
"Yes," said Freddi, embarrassed at her mop of a son.
Jessica led them behind a screen. She talked to Freddi as she cut Posie's feathers. When she was done, Posie looked less like a mop and more like a duckling.
"That wasn't so bad, was it?" Freddi asked Posie as they were leaving.
But Posie knew that the most fun part about going on errands with his mom was putting up an argument about going in the first place.
THE END
"Mommy, do I have hair or just feathers?” Posie wanted to know as they drove to the barber shop for a trim. “Actually, I guess you could say both,” said Freddi. “Why?”
“'Cause I don't know what we're doing here,” Posie replied bluntly.
"You're getting kind of shaggy," Freddi replied, equally blunt. "The barber is going to make your feathers shorter."
"What if I think I look fine?"
"What if I don't think you look fine?" Freddi dragged Posie inside the shop. A friendly-looking flamingo with a name tag reading 'Jessica' smiled at them.
"Will that be a feather-cut for the young man?"
"Yes," said Freddi, embarrassed at her mop of a son.
Jessica led them behind a screen. She talked to Freddi as she cut Posie's feathers. When she was done, Posie looked less like a mop and more like a duckling.
"That wasn't so bad, was it?" Freddi asked Posie as they were leaving.
But Posie knew that the most fun part about going on errands with his mom was putting up an argument about going in the first place.
THE END
Posie's Abstract Art
Posie was madly scrawling on a piece of paper. Puddles and Paisley came toddling over, which is all they could really do with such short little legs.
"What are you drawing?" one of them asked.
"Abstract," Posie replied flippantly.
"It's not very interesting," Puddles remarked.
"To me, it is. Nyah." Posie retorted. At the 'nyah' comment, he stuck out his tongue very rudely.
"Fine, then," said Paisley. "You didn't have to get so touchy about it!"
They toddled off, shaking their heads. Posie looked at his paper. It was kind of boring, like the twins said. What was an interesting color? A little red would do it some good. He grabbed the correct crayon and began to work some more. Soon, the entire page was red. Posie hung it on the fridge anyway.
The twins saw it. "What's it called?" Paisley asked.
"It's called Red Paper. You should know. You gave me the idea." Posie explained, then nodded knowingly. The twins never figured out what he meant.
THE END
Posie was madly scrawling on a piece of paper. Puddles and Paisley came toddling over, which is all they could really do with such short little legs.
"What are you drawing?" one of them asked.
"Abstract," Posie replied flippantly.
"It's not very interesting," Puddles remarked.
"To me, it is. Nyah." Posie retorted. At the 'nyah' comment, he stuck out his tongue very rudely.
"Fine, then," said Paisley. "You didn't have to get so touchy about it!"
They toddled off, shaking their heads. Posie looked at his paper. It was kind of boring, like the twins said. What was an interesting color? A little red would do it some good. He grabbed the correct crayon and began to work some more. Soon, the entire page was red. Posie hung it on the fridge anyway.
The twins saw it. "What's it called?" Paisley asked.
"It's called Red Paper. You should know. You gave me the idea." Posie explained, then nodded knowingly. The twins never figured out what he meant.
THE END
Posie and the Chips
It was a normal day. Everything was going exactly as it was supposed to. It was not young Posie Seed’s kind of day. When his dad Bill passed by, he made a loud snoring noise.
“I can take a hint,” said Bill. “I’ve been bored all day, too. What say we break into a new bag of potato chips?” Posie jumped up. “Yeah, Pop! We can sort them into groups like always- those that look like Mommy, those that look like socks and those that are folded in half.”
He went and got the bag. When they had finished, they put the separate groups of chips into plastic bags.
“I’m hungry,” said Bill. “Which bag should we eat first?”
“The ones that look like Mommy,” said Posie, opening it up with a click.
THE END
It was a normal day. Everything was going exactly as it was supposed to. It was not young Posie Seed’s kind of day. When his dad Bill passed by, he made a loud snoring noise.
“I can take a hint,” said Bill. “I’ve been bored all day, too. What say we break into a new bag of potato chips?” Posie jumped up. “Yeah, Pop! We can sort them into groups like always- those that look like Mommy, those that look like socks and those that are folded in half.”
He went and got the bag. When they had finished, they put the separate groups of chips into plastic bags.
“I’m hungry,” said Bill. “Which bag should we eat first?”
“The ones that look like Mommy,” said Posie, opening it up with a click.
THE END