Young Writers Society

Jake was heating up the oven, just like his mother instructed. They were going to have grilled fish and ramen tonight! Jake couldn't wait! "Honey, can you first sanitize the knife with your fathers wierd liquid stuff!" His mother called to him. "SURE!" He shouted back. He grabbed the small blue bottle from the cabinet and opened it. He turned his elbow and accidentally touched out on the stove! "AAAAAGH!!!" He shouted aloud. The bottle flew into the air and the sparkly fluid poured on jake. Next thing he knew, his body was jerk and he was laying on the floor. He looked around to see his kitchen REALLY REALLY BIG! "aaaaahh... I'm tiny!!!" He then looked up to see the blue bottle falling down toward him...

He quickly dodged the bottle, hearing it splat and spray everywhere. He felt the blue liquid on him again...

And screamed loudly. "My eyes are burning!!" he shouted, clawing at his retinas. Just then, an adorable otter by the name of Kelley came bounding into the room and pulled his hands away from his eye with her adorable paws.

"Now, now," she said in her very adorable otter voice. "You musn't claw out your retinas!"

He stopped. "Whew, thank you otter person."

"You're welcome," Kelley-the-Otter replied, pulling out her fairy wand and returning Jake to his normal size. Just then, an evil.....

rat popped infront of Jake.

"Things are getting wierd," Jake said, rubbing his eyes one more time, "gah, what did I eat before I went to bed, anyway? This dream is a bit odder than the usual 'riding a whale in gym class when I realize I've forgotten my underwear' dreams."

The otter looked at Jake blankly, and the rat backed off a bit.

"I can't say I've ever had that dream, and you aren't having this one."

Jake looked at the otter, confused.

"Since when are we in a dream?" Asked the rat, a bit befuddled.

"You know, for someone who's supposed to be evil, you really are quite stupid," said the otter, "this isn't a dream."

Jake looked around, and saw the blue liquid.

"What is that stuff?" he asked, accepting this as a dream, but deciding that he was the only one who knew that.

"I think it's some kind of Evil-Rat Repellant," the otter told Jake.

"But it doesn't work," the rat added. "So we might as well clean it up."

Jake raised one eyebrow as the otter and rat worked together to clean up the blue liquid. This is getting really weird, he thought to himself.

Just then, a huge...

Chunk of cheese fell from the counter of the room. It was a large piece of swiss, so when it landed, one of the holes fell around Jake and he was totally unharmed!

"Surrender your cheese!" shouted the rat.
"Never!" yelled Jake, "I thought mice not rats liked cheese anyway?"
Just then Jake's little brother Shane came in and...

accidentally stomped on him.
"Whoops," he said.