Dictionary: A Tale of a Tiny Lad
A short ridiculous ficlet about Manta and his dictionary. Wrote it cause I was bored and I love my dictionary as well. Dedicated to the huge "Webster's Dictionary and Thesaurus" my mommy bought me. Thank you mom.
Once upon a time there was a tiny kid named Manta. When I say tiny I mean he was really TINY! One day Manta was walking home on his tiny little legs. Just as he turned onto the road leading to his house he spotted a book. A huge book. A huge beautiful book, with the words Webster's Dictionary written on the front.
Manta stopped to look at the book. He stared at it, as though mesmerised.
"It's bigger then I am" he whispered.
Then Manta had a thought. It was a ridiculous thought. It was a pointless thought. But never the less he had the thought so I shall tell you what it is. He thought ' I wonder if I'm strong enough to pick it up".
He approached the book carefully, circling around it as though it was a wild animal.
"Hello" he said.
The book said hello back. Well not really. Books can't talk. Come on, use some sense here people! But the wind did mysteriously blow it open to a page full of words beginning with H's. They each had a definition beside them. Helix, hell, hell-bent, hellebore, Hellenism, hellhole, hellion, and then hello.
Manta's eyes opened wide.
"Hello. An expression of greeting" he read out loud. "Wow" he said, looking awed. "It's magic."
His forehead wrinkled in thought. "Maybe I shouldn't try to pick up a magic book." He stared at the book again. Then he put his hand out and touched it, drawing back his hand almost immediately. The wind blew and the book flipped to another page. He looked at the first word on the page.
Try- v. To make an attempt; to make an effort; to strain; to hear or conduct a trial; to place on trial.
He looked thoughtful for a sec. "Okay" he said, and promptly picked it up.
It didn't fall. Nor was he squashed under the weight of the dictionary, which by the way was 959 pages long. Don't ask me how I know, I'm just the storyteller.
As I was saying the book neither fell, nor squashed the tiny boy holding it up. His face took on a expression of complete euphoria. He jumped up and yelled "I'M THE KING OF THE WORLD!"
And that's when the book fell and squashed his foot. But he got over it because the page it fell open to said adversity and he knew that he had to stand strong against it. So the tiny boy named Manta picked up the dictionary and hopped on one foot all the way home.
The End
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