Dear Readers: OK, so I can’t resist. When kids tell a good tale, they deserve to share and publish it. So here it goes. Another bewitching story for you. Happy ghouling this Halloween! Diana
My Grandpa’s Floating Head
By Veronica Gray, 11
My Grandpa Jones (that’s what I call him) was the best warrior. I don’t know where, but he told me a story about his young life when he had a whole body.
“Jan, can you please scratch my chin?”
“Sure, Grandpa,” I said. “But can you tell a story of your young life when you had a body?”
“O.K. Fine. I was in the jungle washing my clothes when a strange beast crept up behind the bush and growled. I got so scared I dove into the lake that I was washing my clothes in and once I got to the other side, I ran as fast I could go. I leaped over rocks, but the other side was filled with strange beasts that were scarlet red.
I saw them and ran the other direction until I hit the water again. I ran on the sand until I saw camp and I was shocked that nobody was there. I swam across the lake and ran to camp. The end.”
“Well, what happened to your body?!” I asked.
“That’s a different story. You just asked about when I had a body. Now rub my feet.
“Grandpa, you don’t have feet!” I exclaimed.
“Oh, yeah and massage my beard,” Grandpa added.
“You don’t have a beard!”
“O.K. So stroke my moustache.”
“Nooooo, Grandpa. You are going to have to have my brother do that.”
“Pete,” I yelled. “Grandpa wants you!”
