La Petite Chanson

Hello readers! I, the Whimsical Writer, have written for you two stories. And  you , yes  you , get to choose which is your favorite!  put  your vote in the comments below. First up; Shimmer “M indy, we have a situation! ”  Cody bellowed from the door.  “ What’s  wrong? ”  Mindy asked, closing her book.  “ Runaway unicorn ?” “ Just let me…catch my breath, ”  he gasped, leaning against the wall.  “ Why… did you have… to be on… the fourth floor!? ”  “ You could have called me, ”  she shrugged, jumping off her bed. “ It  wasn’t  going to be an over-the-phone conversation, ”  Cody  said,  as they started down the hall. “ Oh ?” “ Let me start from the  beginning;  You know I and some others went on an expedition in the black woods to look for trapped creatures? ”  he asked. “ Yes, ”  Mindy replied, dashing down the first flight of stairs.  This place needs an elevator....

What is more precious than time, Is felt more than pain, Needed more than air, And is what all want to gain? Though it is not lost away, Some people never find it. It's worth more than being the richest man, And if you were, you could not buy it. Even when you cannot see it,  You know it is there, And yet can be such a fool of what lies beneath. Though it can mend broken hearts, It can cause you so much grief. - Whimsical Writer

          “AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHH!!!!!” All good stories start with a scream. And so in this story I am screaming. … Maybe I should start from the beginning; My name is Nugget Von Nut, but nobody calls me that. Ever since I foolishly let fleas into my room everyone’s been calling me Itchy. I can’t see why they make fun of me, Fleas are very good roommates. (Excluding the itching) Anyway, It all started last Tuesday. (Before the screams) It was a beautiful day in Twilight forest. The birds were chirping, the flowers were blooming, the…the... Oh, who am I kidding. It was a terrible-after-a-long-spring-rain-day.  It was cold, it was wet, and I was in a terribly bored mood. So after the third time I tried to creatively stack our supply of nuts in a pyramid (and the third time they tumbled down with a loud crash), King Climer sent me out into the cold wet woods. “Whatcha doing?” Jay asked as he swooped down beside me. “Nothing. You?” I asked as I sprang ...