This is a little story written by my mom. Dorothy Johnson, a long time ago. I asked her to rewrite it for me. It is a cute little story but I did clean up the punctuation and subject verb agreement. I also added a little bit more information to make the story more current and interesting. I hope you enjoy the story and I hope to get more stories from her to publish here on Blogger.
Mrs. Martha decided to do some routine cleaning about the house while the hubby took the children fishing on a Saturday afternoon. After rummaging through a closet on the first floor, she finally found her old Hoover Vacuum Cleaner in an upstairs hall closet. Martha wasn't sure if it would still actually work but she thought she would give it a try by starting in Sammy's and Bobby's bedroom.
Under the bed, dust balls lurked everywhere. Martha plugged it in, stepped on the foot lever and clicked on the On/Off switch. The swooshing and whirling of the machine was so loud it vibrated the carpeted floor and the hallway too. All at once, the dust balls got scared.
Momma Dustball, who had been living happily under Sammy's bed, yelled to the smaller dust balls Harry, Mary, Jerry and baby Charlie, her children.
"Hear that?" Frantic now, Momma Dustball began to rush her children. "Run up under the bed quickly now!"
The children were yelling and crying in need of a place to hide.
"Up here children." Momma helped baby Charlie first. "Hold on Jerry. Harry help your brother and sister. Get them up under the bedframe, quickly!"
As the vacuum made a quick pass only inches away, Mary clung tightly to her Mommy. The vacuum was gliding back and forth, closer and closer to the bed. All the others held tightly onto the bedframe and springs as a few unlucky dustballs floated around scared for their lives.
"Oh No! Help Me!" Harry yelled before his grip loosend and he began to fly towards the big piece of machinery none of the other dustballs, except Momma Dustball, had ever seen or heard. Before being sucked into an eternity of nonexsistence, the noise and wind stopped and they all sighed with relief. He was safe.
"You are all safe for now. Come here my babies." Momma Dustball gave her little ones a comforting hug.
The End.
Dust Balls
By Dorothy Johnson
Mrs. Martha decided to do some routine cleaning about the house while the hubby took the children fishing on a Saturday afternoon. After rummaging through a closet on the first floor, she finally found her old Hoover Vacuum Cleaner in an upstairs hall closet. Martha wasn't sure if it would still actually work but she thought she would give it a try by starting in Sammy's and Bobby's bedroom.
Under the bed, dust balls lurked everywhere. Martha plugged it in, stepped on the foot lever and clicked on the On/Off switch. The swooshing and whirling of the machine was so loud it vibrated the carpeted floor and the hallway too. All at once, the dust balls got scared.
Momma Dustball, who had been living happily under Sammy's bed, yelled to the smaller dust balls Harry, Mary, Jerry and baby Charlie, her children.
"Hear that?" Frantic now, Momma Dustball began to rush her children. "Run up under the bed quickly now!"
The children were yelling and crying in need of a place to hide.
"Up here children." Momma helped baby Charlie first. "Hold on Jerry. Harry help your brother and sister. Get them up under the bedframe, quickly!"
As the vacuum made a quick pass only inches away, Mary clung tightly to her Mommy. The vacuum was gliding back and forth, closer and closer to the bed. All the others held tightly onto the bedframe and springs as a few unlucky dustballs floated around scared for their lives.
"Oh No! Help Me!" Harry yelled before his grip loosend and he began to fly towards the big piece of machinery none of the other dustballs, except Momma Dustball, had ever seen or heard. Before being sucked into an eternity of nonexsistence, the noise and wind stopped and they all sighed with relief. He was safe.
"You are all safe for now. Come here my babies." Momma Dustball gave her little ones a comforting hug.
The End.
