THE NIGHT THAT MR. POOKA DIED

THE NIGHT THAT MR. POOKA DIED PART 1

It was a quiet Saturday morning. The birds sang loudly and happily as the sun warmed there feathers and the breezed made them sway gently in the lush green trees.Mr. Pooka was happy that Lily and Slone went on vacation with their Momma and Pappa. He knew that they would have a good time together. Saturday was their usual day for visiting him and he missed them already.Mr. Pooka sat at the table eating breakfast and thinking nice thoughts about Slone and Lily and their really nice momma and pappa. But it was a nice day and he wanted to do something to take his mind off how much he missed Lily and Slone."Oh, yeah," he said to himself. "I can go to the house of a thousand doors and have an adventure all by myself. Maybe I can go to a movie on Sunday and then on Monday my two best friends will be back from vacation. He was feeling so happy now that he walked to the window and listened to the birds and felt the warm sun on his face. Then he thought that he saw the sun move. "No," he said to himself, "The sun moves too slowly, but I thought I saw something. Probably it was a yellow balloon.Mr. Pooka grabbed an handful of magic powder and put it in his pocket. He thought of how pretty Lily was and how handsome Slone was and that made him forget to get two full pockets of magic powder. He went outside and climbed on his SNARF-EN-BARGER (that was his giant turtle). "OK, Snarfy," he said, "Let's go. Yippee-dippy-doo-doo." So Snarfy walked slowly through the woods. But after a while he turned his head and said, "You are heavy, Mr. Poo-Poo."Mr. Pooka laughed. "My name's not Poo-Poo. It's Pooka and you know that.""Oh yup-yup, I certain do know that your name is Poop-Poop. You should change your name.""No. No. You TURKY-DIDDY-WARF-NARF! Now I know you are teasing me, so behave yourself or I'll turn you into a worm.""Oh, sure TUBBY-WUBBY POOPA. If I'm a worm, then how will you ride me?  ha ha ha.""You silly FLUBBLE-DUBBLE-TUBBLE. All I have to do is change myself into an ant and I'll ride on your back. Anyway, this is all non-sense." So Mr. Harvey Pooka (that's his real name, but he didn't use it much) sprinkled some magic powder (MP) on the turtle (the turtles name was Shelly) and it made him walk faster. Then a little more power made him run.But now Mr. Pooka was bouncing up and down on the back of the hard turtle shell and his hind-end was getting sore. Bump. Bump. Bump. Sore. Sore. Sore. When the Shelly (S) got to the hidden tunnel, Harvey (H) jumped off the S  and rubbed his hind-end for a long time. He rubbed it too hard so he farted on his hand. "OOH. Stinky, stinky," and he laughed. But when he laughed he farted a lot more. "Pew," he said. "I smell just like Mr. Stinky Pants.""Who,s Mr. Stinky Pants?" Shelly asked."Mr. Stinky Pants is my friend, Slone. When he farts it kills all the bugs in the house and his Momma has to open all the windows. But Miss Rosy, that's Lily, smells wonderful, like a garden full of roses."Shelly said, "I just saw the sun move and I think a red star was following it.""No, that's just a yellow balloon. Maybe a red one too. Someone is having a party and they let the balloon go into the sky. "See you later," H said to the S, as he dived down the hole, right into a deep mud puddle. Yuck. Yuck. Now he was all covered with mud with two pink eyes peeking out of his muddy face.Good thing he had magic powder. He used more of it to clean himself so that he was all white again. But then he noticed there was no light in the tunnel as there usually is so he used more magic powder to light up the tunnel then started walking, while he sang a song: NOODLE-DOODLE-WEENIE-MEANIE-STICK YOUR HEAD INTO A BEANIE....... Then H head a big boom, bang, clang and the tunnel filled up with smoke and H saw fire at both ends of the tunnel. The tunnel filled with smoke and H started coughing. He reached for his magic powder, but all he found was mud in his pocket. He didn't have any more powder. He fell to his knees coughing, chocking. The tunnel blew up. The dirt caved in and H was burred under the ground with no magic powder to get him out. He got dirt in his nose and mouth and eyes. He fainted as the dirt covered him.

The yellow witch (YW) said to the red witch (RW), "See. I told you he was stupid and that we could get him."

RW: He dead now. He won't give us trouble any more.

YW: Yeah. He's dead now. Later we'll get those two brats that are his friends. You know, those kids named Silly and Bone. I think that's there names. Maybe it's Willy and Stone.

The witches stayed there all night to make sure that Mr. Pooka was dead. The night was quiet and nothing happened all night so now they knew the Pooka was dead for sure. They flew away laughing.

YW: "We really fooled him. He thought we were a yellow and red balloon."

RW: "Yeah. Really dumb, dumb, smell my thumb. Ha ha ha."

Then the witches sang a song:

Yes, yes, the Pooka is dead.

We buried him in a dirt bed.

We made him really hurt,

No one can save him, not even Bert.

We dance on the Pooka's grave,

Very happy is how we behave.

Pooka, Pooka went bye-bye.

We laughed an watched him die.