The Caller

 So, I found this story in my documents today, and thought I’d share it. I think I wrote this a couple years ago when I was like eleven or twelve. I had to write it for my music class because we were learning about instruments. Super short, but hey! It was for school. . . :)

THE CALLER

 Do you like looking at Jellyfish? Well, I know I don’t. But that’s besides the point.

 During the depression, people were…depressed. All over the United States. They needed something in their life. Something like jell-o. The people there… they wanted Jellyfish.

 Yes, I know what you’re thinking. Do Jellyfish really taste like jell-o? Well, I’m not entirely sure. But, I’m guessing that they don’t.

 In 1930, a man named Pilot Skull was 30 years old. He moved to Australia because he couldn’t stand all of the depressed people during the depression. They also had Jellyfish there, and he had an idea.

 Pilot was a smartical man. Always inventing things. It was no wonder he worked in an inventing shop.

One dark, stormy night, there was a hurricane. Pilot looked out the window with a dark gleam in his eye. It was the perfect night.

 He walked out to his shed. The wind almost picking him up off his feet.

 The shed doors were already banging open when he got there. He pulled out his boat, reached to the top shelf of the shed, and pulled out…The Caller.

 The funny thing about The Caller is that it looked exactly like a Jellyfish. It was an instrument. From the string and percussion family. When he shook it, the sound made was like chandeliers knocking together. It was a Jellyfish caller.

 When he, his boat, and The Caller were out in the water, Pilot dipped The Caller into the crashing ocean.

When the strings he made crashed together in the ocean, hundreds of Jellyfish came to it.

 Once Pilot knew he had enough Jellyfish, the waves of the water carried him and his Jellyfish all the way to the United States zoo. Right into a tank of saltwater. (The Jellyfish in the tank.)

 He was the hero of depression. And, I’m pretty sure you know what happened next. Yes, my friends. He ate a Jellyfish. And trust me, it did not taste like jell-o.