This is the story my brother made up, i typed it.                       

  The Indian and the Witch            

                                                   By: Wyatt J. Rouse

                Once upon a time, there was this little boy named Wyatt. He loved to write. He wrote stories about Indian Tribes, Poems, Reports and most of all he loved writing stories about animals. One time he decided he was going to write a fantasy story. He named it, Hmmm let me think… Oh yeah I remembered, The Witch and the Indian. Well it started out with the Indian making a house for him, his wife and kids. Then the witch was at her castle. She was making a giant robot with her partner wizard. Then she finished.

                “Finished!” she screamed.

                “Ah! You hurt my ears!” said the wizard. So the witch and wizard went to try it out.

                The Indian was at his home and he just finished his house. Then the Indian saw a big human form walking across the field but he did not know what it was. So he called his wife and children out to see it. The human like figure started to speed up. Once it got closer, the Indian and wife still didn’t know what it was. They had never seen such a thing. Then they saw an old man and woman in the thing. 

                “Hello?!” said the Indian. He told his wife and children to go inside because the figure was speeding up. Then it abruptly stopped. The man and woman jumped out. The Indian noticed that the man and woman were dressed very strangely. He thought they were Europeans.

                The lady yelled, “It works!”

                “Hello?” the Indian yelled.

RIIIIIINNNNNNNNNGGGGGGGGGGG!

“Oh” Wyatt said, “Schools over”

That night when Wyatt was sleeping, he had a dream. He dreamed about the Indian and the Witch. He was dreaming that the witch had captured the Indians family and the Indian was doing everything he could do to save his family. As the witch was about ready to stab the Indians wife with a knife, Wyatt woke up.

“I gotta poop” he said. So he went off to poop. While he was pooping he was thinking about his story and what he should write.

“I can’t end the story with the wife being stabbed…”

So he was going to have the Indian save her. So he wiped and went back to bed.

Cock-a-doodle-doooooo!

Wyatt woke up and went to school. At the end of the day at writing time, he continued his story.

The Indian could see the tracks from the robot. So he started to follow them. Soon he was at a castle. But before he could get in he had evil trees and guards to deal with. It was easy, all he had to do was chop down the trees with his hatchet, and throw the guards in the moat. Then he snuck in.

Meanwhile…. The witch was telling the wife and children to do her work.

“If you don’t do your work, remember that I will-”

“Bathroom break!” the teacher yelled to Wyatt’s class. So he went poop. While he was doing that he was thinking about his story. He thought, the Indian has to have more weapons than a hatchet. So he wiped and went back to class. He started writing.

While the Indian was sneaking around the castle, he found a sword and shield. Then he looked in a room.

“Oops, that’s the bathroom” he said. Then he checked in another room. It was the kitchen. Then he saw a door. He opened it to find a staircase. He heard the old lady’s laugh. It sounded like a witches laugh.

“A witch!” he said. I have to go fight her. So he snuck down the stairs. He saw the witch and the old man.

“It must be a wizard with her!”. Then he saw his wife and children hanging on the wall by chains. So he attacked the witch and wizard but they disappeared. He took his hatchet and chopped down the chains. Him, his wife and children went upstairs. They went through the kitchen out into the hallway. They followed the hallway a little ways and got lost. So they went through the door closest to them. The found a little flying vehicle. So they started it up and got in. As soon as they got going they flew right out of the castle window.

Meanwhile the witch and wizard were up in the highest tower.

“What is that?” the wizard said.

“Its our Super Broom!” the witch screamed. So they got in their robot.

“After them!” the wizard said.

So the Indians flew back to their house with the witch and wizard following them.

“Okay kids get your stuff together it’s all most time to go home!” said Wyatt’s teacher. So Wyatt got his stuff together and went home. This time, he took his writing book home with him. Once he got home, he grabbed a pencil and when he was about ready to write, he had to poop. So he sighed and went to the bathroom to poop. But this time, he thought, what if I was one of the Indian’s children? I wouldn’t want to die or do all that work for the witch. So he wiped and went back to his story.

The Indians children’s names were Wyatt and Dalton. Wyatt was the younger one. But Wyatt was more wise. But Dalton was more strong. The family was scared that the witch would find them. So they moved to another place by a big oak tree.

After hours of searching the witch finally found the family. But the Indians still had the sword, shield and Super Broom. The witch was very angry about that.

The Indians could hear something approaching. So he left the oak tree and had his family come with. He saw the figure that had the witch in it!

“Battle!” he heard the witch scream.

Then he heard the wizard yell, “Yeah!” So the Indians took cover. They dived behind the oak tree. The figure hit the oak tree and made a branch fall on it! The figure blew up! The Indian family was! No witches or wizards to deal with anymore! So they lived happily ever after. The End.

“Bed time!” Wyatt’s mother yelled.

“Finished right on time!” Wyatt exclaimed. Then he went to bed. The next day at school he shared it with the class. They all liked it very much.

When Wyatt grew up, he became a famous author. He will never forget the story he wrote about The Indian and the Witch.

                                                                THE END