Congratulations all you Fabo-sters on your fabo-ulous stories! I was impressed how you took the time to read through the starter properly, and picked up on the cattish, rattish, clues about what could happen next. I was hoping for lots of description of what it might feel like to be a rat, and you didn’t disappoint.
I particularly enjoyed the stories in which the rat’s hurt feelings came across. Not only did you imagine how it felt to have whiskers, be small, have claws and a twitchy nose, you also thought about how it would feel to be an unwanted pet dismissed as disease-carrying vermin.
Some special mentions:
There were some great descriptions of shape-shifting into a rat’s body. I loved this from Cole Wescombe: “A twitchy black button of a nose sat in place of my normally human nose. My ears expanded to twice their ‘normal’ size and constantly performed half revolutions in their sockets, listening. I was Rat.”
Lots of you came up with good names for the rat – Cole Wescombe (again), I loved yours, which was also one of the best last lines: “I have now named my rat. Jessica Isabell Lawrence, my own name.”
The best name given to the lady next door was dreamt up by Aksinya Bhagirath from Fairburn: “Miss Fickledoodle, or as I like to call her, the Horrifying Old Hag”.
Siobhan Tantrum from Bohally, I enjoyed your rat with its funky hip-hop moves.
Zoe Adams, also from Bohally, I loved your story, which was beautifully written with all the ends neatly tied up.
Shreya from Fairburn – great use of rich, beautiful language (as always ;)).
Also from Fairburn, this wonderful line from Sepuita Mohetau: “… its feet crawled gently, as silently as raindrops kissing the ground.”
And Lucas Makiha, yet another awesome writer from Fairburn, your story came very close to winning. Your use of language was original, you thought very carefully about your descriptions and they worked beautifully, especially: “this majestic creature was peering into my soul as if the Devil himself was tossing my life in front of my eyes.” And, “She was beautiful and calm like the Waikato River on a misty morning.” Wow!
Ophelia from Glen Eden Intermediate, I loved your use of humour, and how your story came a full circle.
Remy Groenendijk your ending was also very clever, and quite mysterious.
Indigo Tomlinson from Ohope Beach School. OH. MY. GOSH. You surely have a future as a writer of horror stories. This description chilled me to the bone: “Her face was paler than the moon itself. Her eyes were encircled with black shadows … The eyes themselves were soulless, devoid of any emotion. She had no teeth. No lips. No tongue. Just a hole …”
So with all these great yarns about shape-shifting rats and cats, and witches, it was very hard to pick a winner. But pick a winner I did, and from the moment I read this one I thought … wow, that’s going to be difficult to beat. Ella Stewart from WHS, your story really stood out. It was well written, imaginative, and it included all the story elements I wanted to see, but it took a different approach. The main character learned an important lesson about how to treat others – your story was heartwarming, funny and thought-provoking. Congratulations Ella, I’ll be in touch about your prize!
Ella’s Winning Story
The rat drew a circle with its finger, on the table where it was sitting. A mysterious swirling vortex opened up in the same place the circle had been drawn. The rat jumped in. I sighed and followed the rat. This was already more trouble than it was worth.
I was spat out in another dimension. I saw my Rat just ahead of me and tried to grab it. Its tail swished through my fingers. I just wanted this over and done with.
“It is not polite in this dimension to capture rats,” it said.
I did a double take. “What?”
“I said that you should not try to capture rats while in this reality.”
“But I want to go home, and I want you to come with me!”
“I thought you didn’t want me? I am simply taking myself away. You can be my pet.”
“But I want you to be my pet!”
“Should have thought about that before you started thinking about how you didn’t want me.”
“Do not apologise to me. After all, I’m just vermin.”
I felt terrible, I really did. I felt bad to everyone I’d ever thought of as ugly or mean, without knowing them. I even felt bad about how I’d reacted to dad bringing me this awesome, witty, snarky rat.
“Rat, please can we go home now? I have some apologies to make.”
“Finally seeing sense, eh?”
“Yes. Rat, I’m sorry about how I judged you straight off the bat.”
“Apology accepted,” beamed the rat. He drew a circle on the grass and leapt through. I followed.
I made many apologies in the following half hour.
“Done.” I sighed in relief.
Rat gave me a look. I’d learnt the hard way that he couldn’t talk in this dimension. He held up two claws. First he mimed a cat, hissing and arching its back. Then he pointed at me, and then mimed brushing his hair.
I sighed. Lottie and the Cat next door. I decided to start with The Cat Next Door. I warily wandered over, with the rat in my pocket. The cat was stretched out lazily on the fence.
“Hey, puss puss puss,” I said, kindly. “I’m sorry for thinking mean things about you,” I said, reaching out a tentative hand. I petted the cat, slowly. It purred. I felt happy that I’d made a new friend. When I got home, I was covered in a mix of brown and black fur.
“You look like a tiger,” Lottie said, wrinkling her nose.
“Lottie, I’m sorry for thinking mean things about you all the time. I love you, and you’re my only sister.”
Lottie stared. “All my lollies have run out.”
“Why does it matter?”
“What are you buttering me up for?”
“Nothing. I just saw some good.”
“Oh. Well, thanks, I guess. Love you, little bro.” Lottie awkwardly hugged me, and I hugged her back.
My rat squeaked.
“I’m going to call you Jackpot,” I whispered to him.