Narrative Writing

The 1 Million Year Old Weasel

I wake up go to the kitchen, it does take me a while of course, but once I get there I eat breakfast and get ready to head out, everyday I dream of being able to do the things I love but I can’t because I am too old I have lived through wars and natural disasters you name it I have seen it with my own eyes. I want to find a cure for my medical condition called W.A.D (Weasel age deformity). Every day I age 20 years It's like time travelling but everything is still the same, and I hate it. They say that to find the cure for my disease I must find a magic Genie that lives in the Himalayas and that is where i'm heading.

So yesterday I bought a nonstop plane ticket to the Himalayas and and now I am in a hotel there. Tomorrow I am heading out to find the great ghastly Genie named Houdini . Night pases along with another 20 years and I have headed up to the mountain it is as cold as ice but this is where they say he is  I go inside the cave and there he is in all his glory he looks very wise and has obviously lived way longer than weasel’s have ever existed I ask him for the cure and he just gives it to me without a word it was awesome. The next day I still haven't drank the slimy concoction of what looks to be a fisheye some slimy pink substance and just a sprinkle of Himalayan pink salt but I have taken the flight home and I am ready to drink it so I take of the cork on the top of the vile and prepare for whatever is going to happen.

I start to drink it and once it  hits my tongue I can feel the horrible taste of it, It is like skunk spray that has been left out in the sun for two weeks. But I just hold my nose and hope that the vial is empty quick, Once I had drank all of it  I started to feel a tingly feeling then nothing I was so angry that Genie made me travel to the Himalayas for nothing. I was so angry that I started to feel tired and I feel asleep. The next morning I open my eyes to see a nice sunny day feeling good about myself I head downstairs into the kitchen when I suddenly realised I hadn't aged 20 years I was jumping up and down like the most wacky wondrous weasel there was.

I was so happy I took back all the things I had said to the Genie, I was able to do the things I wanted and loved I picked up the phone and called my boss at work telling him that i'm going into early retirement to do the things I love. He wasn't to pleased with me I was one of the best workers at the convenience store but it was as boring as sitting in a room with nothing in it I hated that job. I head over to my bedside cabinet and open the drawer I then get out a piece of paper saying the two words “bucket list” on it and I read everything that is on there and Roller coaster, eating a deep fried chocolate bar,  everything on that list I was going to do.So now I have my life planned out on a simple piece of paper, I am doing the things I have dreamed of doing for years and I am going to do die a very happy weasel.

To Be Continued