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The Orcs at Tumbling Tower
Story from the Style of Wight Chi ldren’s Writing Book By Jack Martin (aged 9), Broadlea Primary School I l lustration Zoe Sadler
There was once a town called Little Tellee Town, with a grey, crumbling castle.
The wealthy king looked deeply concerned.
“Why are you... err
...upset?” asked his friend, Dan.
“I’m not upset!” wailed the king.
“Erm . . . why . . . does your . . . erm . . . face . . . show that you are . . . a little bit . . . erm . . . concerned?” questioned Dan. “I recognise . . . that . . erm . . . look.”
“Because,” the king answered, “there are lots of orcs at the Tumbling Tower!”
“I’ll get the knights, then.”
“What’s up?” asked Ben, a knight who loved adventures.
“Would you like to kill the orcs at Tumbling Tower?” asked Dan. “Sure,” replied Ben, grinning. ***
On his journey, Ben was ambushed by a strange man in shiny, golden armour.
“Who dares to challenge the Sunday Knight?!?” roared the man. “Give me all your gold or else!”
“Never,” shouted Ben, “Now shut up or else!”
The Sunday Knight who, in Ben’s opinion, should be called the Stupid Thief, charged at Ben but tripped over a small rock.
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Knight, very embarrassed.
“No,” replied Ben, stubbornly. “You fell over, meaning that you have lost the battle. Therefore, you are now my prisoner.”
***
Later on, they found an ancient wizard in blue robes.
“Hello,” said Ben cautiously, because wizards tended to have bad tempers.
“Hi,” replied the wizard. “Can you help me fix these shoes? If you walk in them, they make you go faster. Call me Robin.”
“Robin?” “Yes.” “We shall fix the shoes.”
They fixed the shoes in no time because Robin knew about magic, the Sunday Knight knew about shoes and Ben knew about walking.
“May I come along on the adventure?” asked Robin. “I’m running low on orc hairs and toenails for my potions.”
“Sure.” ***
Later on, they decided to camp for the night. They told spooky stories by the campfire, eating delicious meat. Suddenly, there was a rustling noise.
The Sunday Knight whispered: “Someone is spying on us!”
“Why do you have to jump to that conclusion straightaway?” moaned Robin.
“Well, whatever it is,” Ben concluded, “there is something in the bushes!”
They investigated carefully and it turned out that it was a baby orc.
“It’s here to kill us!” shouted the Sunday Knight, “Charge!!!”
“Stop!” commanded Ben. “Why should I take orders from you?” “Because you’re my prisoner!”
They gathered up the baby orc and took it with them. ***
When they reached Tumbling Tower, they knocked on the door.
“Hello,” an orc greeted them.
“Hi,” replied Ben, embarrassed to have received such a polite greeting when he intended to fight.
“I suppose you have come to stop the humans from annoyin’ us.”
“WHAT?!?” “What what?”
“Never mind, I suppose this is your baby.”
Robin held out the baby orc they had found.
“Thanks,” replied the grateful orc.
Ben told the king about how the orcs weren’t too bad, and he let them stay at Tumbling Tower. How the orc mislaid his baby in the woods is another story for another day.
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