gogobongo

Grace41 inspired my to post this. Tell me what you think.

The Sky
By
goobongo


I looked up one day and saw that part of the sky had been stolen. I went to the police and reported it missing but they said I had to wait forty-eight hours. I asked the people on the street if they saw who took it. They laughed and said, "what a cute little boy."
I am not a little boy. I am eleven years old. In four months I will be twelve and for my birthday I would like to see the whole sky at home in her loft above the world. So I set off on a quest to find out who stole all that sky. I looked everywhere but I could not find the sky. So I wrote a letter to my congressman and he asked me to visit him. I got to fly on a plane and closely see what was not there. I told Mr. Congressman that the sky had been stolen.
"I'm sorry, Billy, but that's impossible," he said.
"Have you looked at the sky, lately?" I asked.
"No, Billy," he said, "that is not the point."
"Then how do you know its still there if you don't stop to look at the sky?"
"It's always there. It never changes."
"Everyday," I replied, "there is a new sky above us, a new ground below us, and a new soul inside us." After arguing with my congressman for over an hour I got him to look ot the window. He stood there and stared at nothing, the nothing that had stolen the sky. I asked him what to do but he had frozen and could not move. I guess that he had assumed that the sky, which was above us, would always above us. But today it was not and this, in some way, paralyzed those who took for granted that the sky would always be there.
So, it was up to me, my He-Man BattleTech armor and My GI-Joe laser rifle, to save the sky from the nothing that stole it. I went to the museum there and took a peek through their telescope and over many mountains I saw the thing that had stolen te sky. It wasn't an evil beast, some giant red demon or devil, but a small boy with glasses and a retainer. I went to the boy and asked him his name.
"Everrett," said the boy and he stared at the ground. I asked him why he had stolen the sky, but the boy was hesitant to answer my question. Finally he said, " I have no friends. No one likes me." He sat down and began to cry. "I had a friend once, but he got sick and my mother said that that is where he went, up in the sky. I miss my friend and I wanted him back. So, I built this machine out of wishes and dreams so that I would have a friend to play with."
I said, "I'll be your friend."
"Will you?" he asked.
"Yes," I replied. "Would you please return the sky?"
"I will," he said, and he smiled.