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- Story Listed as: Fiction For Kids
- Theme: Family & Friends
- Subject: Creatures & Monsters
- Published: 02/05/2021
The very creative octopus
Born 1980, M, from Exeter, United KingdomOnce upon a time there lived a family of octopuses. Everyday they would take long swims and while The mummy and daddy octopuses were out hunting for food the young used to wait for their parents to return.
While waiting they would play games chasing each other from rock to rock to see who could get there the fastest but by far their favourite was hide and seek. One would count to ten, covering its eyes with its tentacles while the others would hide, marvelling with delight at the way their bodies changed colour depending upon what they swum over.
However these trips were often tinged with sadness as one of the siblings was always missing from the fun and games. Their brother Christopus. He preferred to swim off alone to a hidden cave among the reeds where he would concentrate on his writing. He was not very good at this at first. The ink never seemed to form the shape he wanted or it sprayed everywhere except where he wanted it to go, on the cave walls. Practicing night after night he finally managed to form letters, words and sentences.
His parents were worried about him. They used to say: “Why won’t you come and swim with us? We’ll teach you how to hunt and your brothers and sisters would love to include you in their games.” But Christopus always replied: “I want to help other creatures, not hurt them”.
His brothers and sisters would ask their parents: “Why doesn't our brother want to play with us?” To this the mummy and daddy octopus comforted them as best they could saying: “Don’t cry darlings. Your brother loves you very much.”
Life continued like this for many weeks.
One night when the rest of the family had just come back from their latest trip and were talking amongst themselves about how well the hunt had gone and what a good game of hide and seek they had had and how much fun Christopus was missing out on. Christopus came hurrying into the house with a cry of delight: “I’ve done it, I’ve done it! Come see, come see! I think it’s the best ever.” The parents looked at each other with confusion, but followed Chrispotus to the cave. His brothers and sisters came too, eager to see what the excitement was.
The cave mouth became crowded considering there were fifty thousand and two octopuses trying to peer in the narrow entrance all at the same time- fifty thousand children and two adults.
Every bit of the walls of the cave was covered by writing. Daddy looked around disapprovingly and shook his head : “Our ink is used as a defence mechanism against creatures that mean to harm us! It is not to be used for anything else.” The Mummy Octopus said soothingly: “Calm down dear, maybe we should read what our son has written before telling him off.” Once they finished reading out loud for the benefit of their children, all Christopus’s siblings started clapping their tentacles, congratulating him, saying how brilliant the story was, and telling him their favourite parts. Daddy turned to Christopus and said: “My, my, son, I have to admit you really are a very creative octopus.” and Mummy agreed.
These days the octopuses always swim as a family. Christopus sometimes even hunts but he is more likely to be found delighting the sea creatures with his tales.
We all know octopuses are intelligent, now you know just how intelligent they are.
The very creative octopus(Christopher Long)
Once upon a time there lived a family of octopuses. Everyday they would take long swims and while The mummy and daddy octopuses were out hunting for food the young used to wait for their parents to return.
While waiting they would play games chasing each other from rock to rock to see who could get there the fastest but by far their favourite was hide and seek. One would count to ten, covering its eyes with its tentacles while the others would hide, marvelling with delight at the way their bodies changed colour depending upon what they swum over.
However these trips were often tinged with sadness as one of the siblings was always missing from the fun and games. Their brother Christopus. He preferred to swim off alone to a hidden cave among the reeds where he would concentrate on his writing. He was not very good at this at first. The ink never seemed to form the shape he wanted or it sprayed everywhere except where he wanted it to go, on the cave walls. Practicing night after night he finally managed to form letters, words and sentences.
His parents were worried about him. They used to say: “Why won’t you come and swim with us? We’ll teach you how to hunt and your brothers and sisters would love to include you in their games.” But Christopus always replied: “I want to help other creatures, not hurt them”.
His brothers and sisters would ask their parents: “Why doesn't our brother want to play with us?” To this the mummy and daddy octopus comforted them as best they could saying: “Don’t cry darlings. Your brother loves you very much.”
Life continued like this for many weeks.
One night when the rest of the family had just come back from their latest trip and were talking amongst themselves about how well the hunt had gone and what a good game of hide and seek they had had and how much fun Christopus was missing out on. Christopus came hurrying into the house with a cry of delight: “I’ve done it, I’ve done it! Come see, come see! I think it’s the best ever.” The parents looked at each other with confusion, but followed Chrispotus to the cave. His brothers and sisters came too, eager to see what the excitement was.
The cave mouth became crowded considering there were fifty thousand and two octopuses trying to peer in the narrow entrance all at the same time- fifty thousand children and two adults.
Every bit of the walls of the cave was covered by writing. Daddy looked around disapprovingly and shook his head : “Our ink is used as a defence mechanism against creatures that mean to harm us! It is not to be used for anything else.” The Mummy Octopus said soothingly: “Calm down dear, maybe we should read what our son has written before telling him off.” Once they finished reading out loud for the benefit of their children, all Christopus’s siblings started clapping their tentacles, congratulating him, saying how brilliant the story was, and telling him their favourite parts. Daddy turned to Christopus and said: “My, my, son, I have to admit you really are a very creative octopus.” and Mummy agreed.
These days the octopuses always swim as a family. Christopus sometimes even hunts but he is more likely to be found delighting the sea creatures with his tales.
We all know octopuses are intelligent, now you know just how intelligent they are.
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