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A/N: This is another 'life's too short' story concerning Mallory. Yeah! Now I know what you're thinking, what could I possible do to Mallory to make her live her life to the fullest. Well I can't tell you here. You're going to have to read to find out. I just made up all the other character names, so if you too also used the same names I'm sorry. I do not mean to copy you. My friends helped me name Mallory's family members. Now before we begin I need you all to do me a favor.
Elwenildo: what?
Silver Elf Child: I need you to pick your favorite character.
E: it's gotta be a trap.
SEC: no it's not a trap. Just pick your character. Got one good. Now imagine that duck, or saurian in the funniest get up you can think up.
E: okay
SEC: Now I want you to take them in that outfit and put them in an awkward situation.
E: like what?
SEC: I don't know, maybe you put Dive in a pink bunny suit and he's doing the can can at my cat's birthday party at some restaurant. Then the mascot of the restaurant comes up and beats him up for trying to take over his job. I don't know. Oh I got it Dive in a pink bunny suit beating up Barney that stupid dinosaur. Now that's funny.
E: okay I got it. *Holding back uncontrollable mirth*
SEC: Great now laugh. Laugh until you feel like you are going to bust a gut. Laugh laugh laugh. Laugh, chuckle, maniacal laughter, giggle, hysterical laughter, snort, do what ever you do for at least 20 min.
E: MWAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHHAHAHAHHA!!!!!!!!!!
SEC: okay now that's enough
E: but it's only been 2 minutes.
SEC: I know, but I have to start the fic. Feel good? Good because that's probably the only laughing you're going to be doing for a while. Don't forget to laugh at least 20 min. a day. It's better then an apple.
Please Don't Die By Silver Elf Child
The sun broke through the cloud cover and sprinkled its golden rays on the frozen Puckworld below. Even though the sun had just decided to show its lovely face, the citizens of Puckworld had been up for hours. Since it was Saturday the McMallard family was relaxing and having fun, buy official order of Mrs. McMallard. Mallory was happily riding her brand new purple bike with white and handlebars that had purple and pink streamers that would wave in the wind as she peddled down the street. Her two older brothers, Chip and Mitch, were riding ahead of her and doing stunts on their bikes. She didn't need to show off; she was content just to ride her bike.
"Hey squirt, we're going back now" Mitch called.
"Why?" Mallory whined.
"Because I'm hungry and it's lunch time."
"Fine!"
Chip laughed as he tousled her two little red pig tails "don't worry munchkin, we'll ride our bikes after we eat."
Mallory couldn't help herself from smiling. She loved Chip for letting her tag along on all their excursions. It made her feel older and important. As the three McMallard children rode towards home Mallory realized how hungry she was. Maybe Mitch did know what he was talking about after all. Chip and Mitch, as usual, were in the lead and doing tricks on their bikes. They were goofing off too much to notice that they were getting close to home. Mallory, who was only four, didn't know where she was going, so she peddled as fast as she could to keep up with her brother's so she wouldn't get lost.
"Whoa bro." Mitch exclaimed as he came to an abrupt halt in front of their home.
"Good breaks" Chip smiled.
The two completely forgot about Mallory until she slammed into them.
"OWWWWWW" she wailed as she lay on the ground tangled up in the bikes.
"Mallory are you all right" Chip exclaimed as he untangle himself and went to her side.
"AWW squirt why can't you watch where you're going" complained Mitch.
As the three untangled themselves Mr. and Mrs. McMallard came running out of the house to see what all the commotion was. Chip was now inspecting Mallory's injuries as Mitch complained about her stupidity. The whole time Mallory howled in agonizing pain.
"What's going on here?" demanded the General.
"Uh. nothing dad. Mal just fell" Chip said looking up from where he sat on the ground.
"Mallory wasn't watching where she was going and she ran into us." Mitch defended when his father's angry glance landed on him.
Mallory continued to sob as she clutched her hurt leg to her chest.
"Come here sweet heart" Mrs. McMallard cooed to her daughter.
Mallory got up and went to her mother, who took her inside. The boys took their bikes into the garage, while the General took Mallory's bike in. Mallory was still crying when the three McMallard men entered the house.
"What's all this crying about?" The General asked as he sat down at the kitchen table.
"She hurt her leg dear" Mrs. McMallard stated as she pulled out the first aid kit from the cabinet. (She had one in every room).
Mr. McMallard gave Mallory a stern look "do soldiers cry Mallory?"
"No" she sniffled.
"Then why are you?"
"Cause it hurts" she said as she wiped away the tears, which were quickly replaced by more.
The General looked at his daughter as her tears fell freely from her beautiful blue eyes. He reached out his hand and tilted her head up so he could look into her eye. She hated to disappoint him, and she had by crying. His eyes softened as he watched a tear roll down her cheek and onto his finger. She tried to wipe some more tears away, but they kept coming. Very gently and slowly the General wiped the tears form her eyes.
"There now. Everything's going to be all right. Is there anything I can do to make you feel better princess?"
Mallory stopped crying and smiled at her father "can I have some ice cream?"
"Sure you can. Anything for my little princess."
General McMallard got up to get Mallory her ice cream as her mother set to work cleaning and bandaging her injuries. The antiseptic burned her scratched thigh, but she didn't cry out in pain. She had to show her dad how strong she was. After all she WAS a McMallard. Her father returned with a large bowl filled with vanilla ice cream, which he handed to Mallory.
"Now that's a good soldier."
After she was all patched up Mallory climbed into her father's lap and shared the ice cream with him.
"How come she gets ice cream and we don't" complained Mitch.
"Because she's hurt numb skull" Chip whispered to his younger brother "now shut up and let's get something to eat."
"She always gets what she wants."
Chip pinches Mitch.
"OWWW"
"Shut up."
After the kids had finished lunch, the boys went out to ride their bikes, while Mallory went upstairs to play.
"Mike dear will you please stop treating her like a soldier."
"But"
"NO buts. She's a little girl, not one of your subordinates. I want my little girl back. Mike she won't even wear her bows anymore. How do you propose she's going to meet a nice young man when she gets older? Beating them up and showing them her muscles sure isn't going to make them come running. More like they will be running the other way."
"But dear"
"Mike!"
"She's only four years old. She'll grow out of it sooner or later."
"Not if you keep encouraging her to be a little boy."
"I'm not making her into."
"Mike, I want you to start treating her like a girl and that's final!"
"Yes dear."
***
The next morning the McMallard's reported for breakfast at six thirty am. Mrs. McMallard had prepared a splendid breakfast of hashbrowns and scrambled eggs. The conversation was light and not on anything specific (so I wont mention any of it here ^_^)
"AH an excellent breakfast as usual dear," the General said as he leaned back in his chair and pushed the empty plate away from him. "Now kids, what are we doing today?"
"Shooting range!" Mitch and Chip exclaimed happily.
"Sounds good."
Mallory jumped up and went to her fathers side "I can come to Daddy, right?"
He looks at his wife then back to Mallory "No sweetie a shooting range is no place for a young lady."
"Ha" laughed Mitch.
Mallory turned, cast him a nasty look and stuck out her tongue before she turned back to her dad. "But you promised to take me the next time you went."
"Well. I'm sorry Mallory. Your mother and I agreed that you two need to spend some time together."
"But I wanna go."
"Mallory I said no."
This wasn't working according to Mallory's plan. If the big eyes and puppy dogface were not going to work, then she had to try plan B. She threw herself to the floor and started kicking and screaming.
"Now Mallory that's enough" The General said in a stern voice.
"I WANNA GO!"
"Mallory Marie McMallard stop that this instant!"
"Mike maybe you should take her with you." Mrs. McMallard said calmly.
"But Lori I thought you said."
"I know what I said, but you also promised to take her. God only knows why, but she wants to go."
"Every young soldier needs to know how to handle a fire arm Lori. You may not like it but Mallory is a McMallard and she will have military training. I wouldn't be a good General if I let my daughter run around without the proper training. Besides no ones going to hurt my little girl."
"Alright I now see your point, but you are still impossible, you know that."
"I know dear, but isn't that why you married me."
Mrs. McMallard smiles at her husband as she shakes her head.
"Mallory stop this tantrum at once or else you're not coming with us" barked her father.
Mallory instantly stopped her tantrum, jumped to her feet, and gave an impish grin.
"Now I want you three ready to go at eight hundred hours. Move soldiers that doesn't give you much time till inspections."
"Yes sir!" The three exclaim before they rush to go get ready.
At eight o'clock the three fell into attention and saluted their parents. Chip, the oldest, was first in line. He wore a tight green shirt with 'ARMY' in dark green print across the front, and green army fatigue pants. His red hair was nicely combed in traditional military fashion. Mitch, the middle child, was next. He too wore a tight green shirt that read 'ARMY' and green army fatigue pants. Like Chip Mitch's red hair was in a flat top. Mallory, the youngest and shortest, was last in line. She wore a green shirt as well, but instead of it reading 'AMRY', it read 'AMRY BRAT' (the brat courtesy of her brother Mitch's permanent marker). Instead of green army fatigue pants, she wore a green army fatigue skirt. Her short red hair was, as usual, tied back into two pigtails that stuck out from the sides of her head. The General inspected his 'troops'. When he stopped in front of Mallory he shook his head in disappointment.
"This just wont do," he said, "dear can you do something with this child?"
Mrs. McMallard smiled and went to 'fix' Mallory. She put two green ribbons in Mallory's hair. One for each pigtail. Mallory hated it, and tried her best to get away. But in the end there Mallory stood with two green bows in her hair.
"Now that's my soldier!" General McMallard said proudly as she saluted Mallory.
*I guess they are not that bad* Mallory thought to herself *not if Daddy thinks they are all right.*
"Let's go kids" the General ordered as he took Mallory's right hand in his left and walked to the door.
Halfway to the shooting range Mallory got tired of walking, so the General picked her up and carried her. Her two brothers walked on either side of their father. They were the perfect military family. Just look at them and you could tell. Mallory couldn't wait till they got to their destination. Today she would learn how to use a gun. How exciting!
Sorry but I have to leave it here. I ran out of ideas, and besides I don't know how I'm going to connect this part of the story with the exciting parts. Soon as I figure it out I'll continue. Don't worry I'll finish Abara Kadabara soon. It's just so hard when I'm at school all day five days a week, then I have to come home and go to work. Oh well that's life. Don't forget to smile and laugh yourself to sleep tonight. Trust me it's a good feeling.
A/N: This is another 'life's too short' story concerning Mallory. Yeah! Now I know what you're thinking, what could I possible do to Mallory to make her live her life to the fullest. Well I can't tell you here. You're going to have to read to find out. I just made up all the other character names, so if you too also used the same names I'm sorry. I do not mean to copy you. My friends helped me name Mallory's family members. Now before we begin I need you all to do me a favor.
Elwenildo: what?
Silver Elf Child: I need you to pick your favorite character.
E: it's gotta be a trap.
SEC: no it's not a trap. Just pick your character. Got one good. Now imagine that duck, or saurian in the funniest get up you can think up.
E: okay
SEC: Now I want you to take them in that outfit and put them in an awkward situation.
E: like what?
SEC: I don't know, maybe you put Dive in a pink bunny suit and he's doing the can can at my cat's birthday party at some restaurant. Then the mascot of the restaurant comes up and beats him up for trying to take over his job. I don't know. Oh I got it Dive in a pink bunny suit beating up Barney that stupid dinosaur. Now that's funny.
E: okay I got it. *Holding back uncontrollable mirth*
SEC: Great now laugh. Laugh until you feel like you are going to bust a gut. Laugh laugh laugh. Laugh, chuckle, maniacal laughter, giggle, hysterical laughter, snort, do what ever you do for at least 20 min.
E: MWAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHHAHAHAHHA!!!!!!!!!!
SEC: okay now that's enough
E: but it's only been 2 minutes.
SEC: I know, but I have to start the fic. Feel good? Good because that's probably the only laughing you're going to be doing for a while. Don't forget to laugh at least 20 min. a day. It's better then an apple.
Please Don't Die By Silver Elf Child
The sun broke through the cloud cover and sprinkled its golden rays on the frozen Puckworld below. Even though the sun had just decided to show its lovely face, the citizens of Puckworld had been up for hours. Since it was Saturday the McMallard family was relaxing and having fun, buy official order of Mrs. McMallard. Mallory was happily riding her brand new purple bike with white and handlebars that had purple and pink streamers that would wave in the wind as she peddled down the street. Her two older brothers, Chip and Mitch, were riding ahead of her and doing stunts on their bikes. She didn't need to show off; she was content just to ride her bike.
"Hey squirt, we're going back now" Mitch called.
"Why?" Mallory whined.
"Because I'm hungry and it's lunch time."
"Fine!"
Chip laughed as he tousled her two little red pig tails "don't worry munchkin, we'll ride our bikes after we eat."
Mallory couldn't help herself from smiling. She loved Chip for letting her tag along on all their excursions. It made her feel older and important. As the three McMallard children rode towards home Mallory realized how hungry she was. Maybe Mitch did know what he was talking about after all. Chip and Mitch, as usual, were in the lead and doing tricks on their bikes. They were goofing off too much to notice that they were getting close to home. Mallory, who was only four, didn't know where she was going, so she peddled as fast as she could to keep up with her brother's so she wouldn't get lost.
"Whoa bro." Mitch exclaimed as he came to an abrupt halt in front of their home.
"Good breaks" Chip smiled.
The two completely forgot about Mallory until she slammed into them.
"OWWWWWW" she wailed as she lay on the ground tangled up in the bikes.
"Mallory are you all right" Chip exclaimed as he untangle himself and went to her side.
"AWW squirt why can't you watch where you're going" complained Mitch.
As the three untangled themselves Mr. and Mrs. McMallard came running out of the house to see what all the commotion was. Chip was now inspecting Mallory's injuries as Mitch complained about her stupidity. The whole time Mallory howled in agonizing pain.
"What's going on here?" demanded the General.
"Uh. nothing dad. Mal just fell" Chip said looking up from where he sat on the ground.
"Mallory wasn't watching where she was going and she ran into us." Mitch defended when his father's angry glance landed on him.
Mallory continued to sob as she clutched her hurt leg to her chest.
"Come here sweet heart" Mrs. McMallard cooed to her daughter.
Mallory got up and went to her mother, who took her inside. The boys took their bikes into the garage, while the General took Mallory's bike in. Mallory was still crying when the three McMallard men entered the house.
"What's all this crying about?" The General asked as he sat down at the kitchen table.
"She hurt her leg dear" Mrs. McMallard stated as she pulled out the first aid kit from the cabinet. (She had one in every room).
Mr. McMallard gave Mallory a stern look "do soldiers cry Mallory?"
"No" she sniffled.
"Then why are you?"
"Cause it hurts" she said as she wiped away the tears, which were quickly replaced by more.
The General looked at his daughter as her tears fell freely from her beautiful blue eyes. He reached out his hand and tilted her head up so he could look into her eye. She hated to disappoint him, and she had by crying. His eyes softened as he watched a tear roll down her cheek and onto his finger. She tried to wipe some more tears away, but they kept coming. Very gently and slowly the General wiped the tears form her eyes.
"There now. Everything's going to be all right. Is there anything I can do to make you feel better princess?"
Mallory stopped crying and smiled at her father "can I have some ice cream?"
"Sure you can. Anything for my little princess."
General McMallard got up to get Mallory her ice cream as her mother set to work cleaning and bandaging her injuries. The antiseptic burned her scratched thigh, but she didn't cry out in pain. She had to show her dad how strong she was. After all she WAS a McMallard. Her father returned with a large bowl filled with vanilla ice cream, which he handed to Mallory.
"Now that's a good soldier."
After she was all patched up Mallory climbed into her father's lap and shared the ice cream with him.
"How come she gets ice cream and we don't" complained Mitch.
"Because she's hurt numb skull" Chip whispered to his younger brother "now shut up and let's get something to eat."
"She always gets what she wants."
Chip pinches Mitch.
"OWWW"
"Shut up."
After the kids had finished lunch, the boys went out to ride their bikes, while Mallory went upstairs to play.
"Mike dear will you please stop treating her like a soldier."
"But"
"NO buts. She's a little girl, not one of your subordinates. I want my little girl back. Mike she won't even wear her bows anymore. How do you propose she's going to meet a nice young man when she gets older? Beating them up and showing them her muscles sure isn't going to make them come running. More like they will be running the other way."
"But dear"
"Mike!"
"She's only four years old. She'll grow out of it sooner or later."
"Not if you keep encouraging her to be a little boy."
"I'm not making her into."
"Mike, I want you to start treating her like a girl and that's final!"
"Yes dear."
***
The next morning the McMallard's reported for breakfast at six thirty am. Mrs. McMallard had prepared a splendid breakfast of hashbrowns and scrambled eggs. The conversation was light and not on anything specific (so I wont mention any of it here ^_^)
"AH an excellent breakfast as usual dear," the General said as he leaned back in his chair and pushed the empty plate away from him. "Now kids, what are we doing today?"
"Shooting range!" Mitch and Chip exclaimed happily.
"Sounds good."
Mallory jumped up and went to her fathers side "I can come to Daddy, right?"
He looks at his wife then back to Mallory "No sweetie a shooting range is no place for a young lady."
"Ha" laughed Mitch.
Mallory turned, cast him a nasty look and stuck out her tongue before she turned back to her dad. "But you promised to take me the next time you went."
"Well. I'm sorry Mallory. Your mother and I agreed that you two need to spend some time together."
"But I wanna go."
"Mallory I said no."
This wasn't working according to Mallory's plan. If the big eyes and puppy dogface were not going to work, then she had to try plan B. She threw herself to the floor and started kicking and screaming.
"Now Mallory that's enough" The General said in a stern voice.
"I WANNA GO!"
"Mallory Marie McMallard stop that this instant!"
"Mike maybe you should take her with you." Mrs. McMallard said calmly.
"But Lori I thought you said."
"I know what I said, but you also promised to take her. God only knows why, but she wants to go."
"Every young soldier needs to know how to handle a fire arm Lori. You may not like it but Mallory is a McMallard and she will have military training. I wouldn't be a good General if I let my daughter run around without the proper training. Besides no ones going to hurt my little girl."
"Alright I now see your point, but you are still impossible, you know that."
"I know dear, but isn't that why you married me."
Mrs. McMallard smiles at her husband as she shakes her head.
"Mallory stop this tantrum at once or else you're not coming with us" barked her father.
Mallory instantly stopped her tantrum, jumped to her feet, and gave an impish grin.
"Now I want you three ready to go at eight hundred hours. Move soldiers that doesn't give you much time till inspections."
"Yes sir!" The three exclaim before they rush to go get ready.
At eight o'clock the three fell into attention and saluted their parents. Chip, the oldest, was first in line. He wore a tight green shirt with 'ARMY' in dark green print across the front, and green army fatigue pants. His red hair was nicely combed in traditional military fashion. Mitch, the middle child, was next. He too wore a tight green shirt that read 'ARMY' and green army fatigue pants. Like Chip Mitch's red hair was in a flat top. Mallory, the youngest and shortest, was last in line. She wore a green shirt as well, but instead of it reading 'AMRY', it read 'AMRY BRAT' (the brat courtesy of her brother Mitch's permanent marker). Instead of green army fatigue pants, she wore a green army fatigue skirt. Her short red hair was, as usual, tied back into two pigtails that stuck out from the sides of her head. The General inspected his 'troops'. When he stopped in front of Mallory he shook his head in disappointment.
"This just wont do," he said, "dear can you do something with this child?"
Mrs. McMallard smiled and went to 'fix' Mallory. She put two green ribbons in Mallory's hair. One for each pigtail. Mallory hated it, and tried her best to get away. But in the end there Mallory stood with two green bows in her hair.
"Now that's my soldier!" General McMallard said proudly as she saluted Mallory.
*I guess they are not that bad* Mallory thought to herself *not if Daddy thinks they are all right.*
"Let's go kids" the General ordered as he took Mallory's right hand in his left and walked to the door.
Halfway to the shooting range Mallory got tired of walking, so the General picked her up and carried her. Her two brothers walked on either side of their father. They were the perfect military family. Just look at them and you could tell. Mallory couldn't wait till they got to their destination. Today she would learn how to use a gun. How exciting!
Sorry but I have to leave it here. I ran out of ideas, and besides I don't know how I'm going to connect this part of the story with the exciting parts. Soon as I figure it out I'll continue. Don't worry I'll finish Abara Kadabara soon. It's just so hard when I'm at school all day five days a week, then I have to come home and go to work. Oh well that's life. Don't forget to smile and laugh yourself to sleep tonight. Trust me it's a good feeling.