Story v2

A more refined version of the story.

Phillip and Clyde

This is Phillip.
He is a boy.
Not the smartest of boys.
But certainly one of the most imaginative.
And one of the most energetic.

This is Clyde.
He is a dinosaur.
And not just any dinosaur, he is a Tyrannosaurus Rex.
However, he is not as fierce as his fearsome appearance might indicate.
He is really quite timid, and friendly.

Clyde was his dinosaur, his friend, and he loved him.

They have many adventures together.
• Battling outlaws in the Wild West.
• Fighting strange aliens on distant planets.
• Exploring deep in undiscovered jungles.
• Climbing high mountain peaks.
• Descending deep to the bottom of the ocean.

But the greatest adventure they had was the time they ()
It started with a ring.

See a mouse.
“Unhand that ring, foul rodent!” shouted Phillip.
The mouse, as is to be expected, ran.
“Quick, Clyde!” yelled Phillip as he began off after his quarry.

They chased it down the hallway…
And down the stairs…
Down into the basement.
“We’ve got him now Clyde,” whispered Phillip triumphantly. “There’s no way out of the basement.”

“Where did he go?” wondered Phillip?
“Maybe he’s hiding behind something.” Clyde
Clyde grabbed the bookcase, and PUSHED.


Behind the bookcase, they could see a small, dark hole.
“That must be where he went!” Phillip exclaimed. “Let’s go!”
“I don’t know Phillip, it’s very small, and very dark…” said Clyde.
“C’mon Clyde, we gotta get that ring back.”

So into the hole they went.
They crawled for a long time, going further and further down into the ground.
Eventually the tunnel become wider, and they could stand up.
They crossed deep ravines.
And raging rivers.

After a long time, they came to the end of the tunnel.
They entered into huge room, dimly lit my torches attached to think stone pillars that when so high up they disappeared into darkness.
“Look at this place, it’s so big,” said Phillip, in awe.

At the very end of the room, they could just make out a dim blocky object.
“What is that?” Phillip.
“I don’t know, but it can’t be good.” Clyde.
As they down the chamber, the dim object gradually became clearer.

It was a huge pile of every kind of object and thing they had ever seen.
There were ()
And on top of the pile was a throne.
And on the throne, sat an enormous rat.

His hooked nose, his crooked teeth, his fat, hairy body, his dark, beady eyes, his grasping claws, his slithering tail.

“At last! Welcome Phillip. And you too, Clyde!”
“Who are you?”
“Why, I am the Rat King.”
“What is all this stuff?”
“These are my treasures, the spoils I have taken from all over the world.”
“That’s my mother’s ring! Give it back!”
“Why should I do that?”

“Very well, if you can beat me in single combat, then you shall have your ring back.”
(fight)

“Yes, I won!” Phillip
“Let’s go home.”
As they turned to leave and started to walk, they heard a strange sound.
The Rat King was crying.

“Hey, why are you crying?” Phillip
“All I w-wanted were some n-nice things. It’s so lonely down here and I have
“We’ll be your friends.”
“R-really? You mean it? Even after I took your ring?”
“Yes of course. No one should have to be alone.”
“Thank you Phillip and Clyde. I won’t forget you.”
“Goodbye.”
And so they walked back through the tunnels to their home.
As they came out of the tunnel, they heard Phillip’s mum calling for them.

“Oh Phillip there you are. I’ve been looking for you for ages, where have you been?”
“Mum it was amazing! There was this mouse and it took your ring, so we chased it and it went into this hole so we followed it and it went underground, and we ran for ages and ages and then we came out into this big room where there was this rat with huge piles of treasure so we fought him and got back his ring, but then he started crying it turned out he just wanted friends and then we came back here!”
“Oh yes Phillip, that’s a nice story.”
“It’s not a story mum, it really happened! Look at the hole over there!”
“Phillip, that hole is tiny; there is no way you could get through that.”
“But mum it really did…”
“Don’t worry about that Phillip, look how messy you are! Let’s go clean you up.”

But adults very rarely listen to the stories of children. They have forgotten that they were once children themselves.
So Phillip nodded and followed his mother out of the basement.

“Oh! My ()! I haven’t seen this in years. Where did you find it, honey?”
“Don’t look at me, I didn’t find it.”
“Oh, then thank YOU, Phillip.”
“It wasn’t me either, mum.”
His mother looked at him, puzzled.
“If it wasn’t you then who…oh, but what is this?”

She was holding a small letter in her hand, tied with a red ribbon.
“It’s…it’s for you Phillip.”

He took the letter and opened it.
“Who is it from, Phillip?”

Phillip just smiled at her, that small smile beloved of those who hold secrets.
“Just a friend, mum. Just a friend…”


Phillip,
Thank you,
Your friend,
(paw mark)