Mommy Dearest
By the turkey loving gobbler HamClover
11/27/03
GOBBLE, GOBBLE! Happy Thanksgiving everybody! I'm so excited! I haven't eaten a turkey in so long. I was watching America's Thanksgiving Day Parade that was in Detroit this morning. I heard that Butch Hartman, the creator of my fave non-anime The Fairly Oddparents, was in the parade, but we missed him! Blah. My dad's friend knows him fairly well, which is really cool, but the coolest part was that the high school band from my hometown was right before Santa's float! I think they were introducing him or something. My brother's friend/neighbor was in the band, but we didn't see him. Still, it was cool! If you saw that parade, then you prolly know what town in Michigan I live in! (I really don't like telling people, for my own safety of course) Eat lots o' turkey! Gobble! Gobble!
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Chapter Two- Lunchtime
As Bijou, Hamtaro, and Mable walked to the Clubhouse, Bijou kept her eyes glued to the ground. She didn't say a word, until they got to the Clubhouse.
"Hi Bijou!" Pashmina greeted, with Penelope tagging behind her. Pashmina paused for a moment, noticing Bijou's glum expression, then asked, "What's wrong?"
"It's Maria," Bijou began, still gazing at the floor. "Something is wrong.she's sick..but she has no fever,"
"Ookyoo?" Penelope asked, confused.
Celeste noticed the girl-hams talking and went to go see what was going on.
"I heard what you were saying." Celeste began, with Mable following her, "since it seems we all don't know what to do, why don't you ask everybody else..?"
"Uh, Celeste." Mable said, "they probably could've thought of that on their own."
"Don't tell me what to suggest!" Celeste snapped. Mable stuck her tongue out.
"Make me!" This made Celeste mad. "GRR! YOU!"
As Celeste chased her sister, trying to strangle her, Pashmina chuckled, trying to make Bijou smile, but it didn't work.
"Celeste's right, I guess, maybe we should go ask everybody else." She suggested. Bijou nodded.
But nobody knew what to tell them. Even Maxwell was puzzled. Bijou let out a sigh. Stan walked up to them. "Hey, have you girls seen Sandy? She isn't here." He asked. Bijou and Pashmina looked around the room, she wasn't here, actually, they hadn't seen her all day. "No, sorry," Pashmina muttered.
When Stan left, Pashmina let out a sigh too. "We shouldn't even try asking Elder Ham, so Sandy may be the only ham who knows what's wrong with Maria." She said. Bijou wanted to cry. "I just hope nothing bad happens to Maria," She whispered.
At school, Maria didn't speak a single word, even to her friends. Since she went to a private school, she had to wear a uniform. Maria was dreading lunch for some reason today. She couldn't pay attention in class, either. So many things were racing through her head. Like pianos, her trophies, Bijou, Laura, and a lot more stuff.
Maria took the longest route to school that day, in order to waste time. But she finally managed to get there. Maria chose a dark, lonely table where no one sat ay in the corner. She stared at her food. Two pieces of celery, an apple juice box, her favorite salami sandwich, some soup in a fancy chrome thermos, and a biscuit for dessert. It all seemed so big to her.
Carefully, so no one saw her, Maria nibbled the celery, barely enough to sustain her, and then wrapped it up in a napkin. Then she placed the biscuit, sandwich, and juice box in the napkin and slowly tossed it in the garbage. Then, as quiet as a mouse, she poured the soup out of the thermos at a nearby drinking fountain. Lunch hour was over and Maria packed up her empty lunchbox and headed to class. The only other thing that was empty was her stomach.
Success.
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Please send a review! Bye-Q! And happy Thanksgiving!
By the turkey loving gobbler HamClover
11/27/03
GOBBLE, GOBBLE! Happy Thanksgiving everybody! I'm so excited! I haven't eaten a turkey in so long. I was watching America's Thanksgiving Day Parade that was in Detroit this morning. I heard that Butch Hartman, the creator of my fave non-anime The Fairly Oddparents, was in the parade, but we missed him! Blah. My dad's friend knows him fairly well, which is really cool, but the coolest part was that the high school band from my hometown was right before Santa's float! I think they were introducing him or something. My brother's friend/neighbor was in the band, but we didn't see him. Still, it was cool! If you saw that parade, then you prolly know what town in Michigan I live in! (I really don't like telling people, for my own safety of course) Eat lots o' turkey! Gobble! Gobble!
~*~*~
Chapter Two- Lunchtime
As Bijou, Hamtaro, and Mable walked to the Clubhouse, Bijou kept her eyes glued to the ground. She didn't say a word, until they got to the Clubhouse.
"Hi Bijou!" Pashmina greeted, with Penelope tagging behind her. Pashmina paused for a moment, noticing Bijou's glum expression, then asked, "What's wrong?"
"It's Maria," Bijou began, still gazing at the floor. "Something is wrong.she's sick..but she has no fever,"
"Ookyoo?" Penelope asked, confused.
Celeste noticed the girl-hams talking and went to go see what was going on.
"I heard what you were saying." Celeste began, with Mable following her, "since it seems we all don't know what to do, why don't you ask everybody else..?"
"Uh, Celeste." Mable said, "they probably could've thought of that on their own."
"Don't tell me what to suggest!" Celeste snapped. Mable stuck her tongue out.
"Make me!" This made Celeste mad. "GRR! YOU!"
As Celeste chased her sister, trying to strangle her, Pashmina chuckled, trying to make Bijou smile, but it didn't work.
"Celeste's right, I guess, maybe we should go ask everybody else." She suggested. Bijou nodded.
But nobody knew what to tell them. Even Maxwell was puzzled. Bijou let out a sigh. Stan walked up to them. "Hey, have you girls seen Sandy? She isn't here." He asked. Bijou and Pashmina looked around the room, she wasn't here, actually, they hadn't seen her all day. "No, sorry," Pashmina muttered.
When Stan left, Pashmina let out a sigh too. "We shouldn't even try asking Elder Ham, so Sandy may be the only ham who knows what's wrong with Maria." She said. Bijou wanted to cry. "I just hope nothing bad happens to Maria," She whispered.
At school, Maria didn't speak a single word, even to her friends. Since she went to a private school, she had to wear a uniform. Maria was dreading lunch for some reason today. She couldn't pay attention in class, either. So many things were racing through her head. Like pianos, her trophies, Bijou, Laura, and a lot more stuff.
Maria took the longest route to school that day, in order to waste time. But she finally managed to get there. Maria chose a dark, lonely table where no one sat ay in the corner. She stared at her food. Two pieces of celery, an apple juice box, her favorite salami sandwich, some soup in a fancy chrome thermos, and a biscuit for dessert. It all seemed so big to her.
Carefully, so no one saw her, Maria nibbled the celery, barely enough to sustain her, and then wrapped it up in a napkin. Then she placed the biscuit, sandwich, and juice box in the napkin and slowly tossed it in the garbage. Then, as quiet as a mouse, she poured the soup out of the thermos at a nearby drinking fountain. Lunch hour was over and Maria packed up her empty lunchbox and headed to class. The only other thing that was empty was her stomach.
Success.
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Please send a review! Bye-Q! And happy Thanksgiving!