The Snarly Writer’s Happy Ending
In a cozy little town lived a writer named Mr. Scribbles. He had a big imagination and wrote magical stories about brave knights, friendly dragons, and sparkling fairies. But there was one problem. Whenever Mr. Scribbles was busy writing, he became very snarly when someone interrupted him.
One sunny morning, Mr. Scribbles was working on a new story about a shark who wanted to be friends with a dolphin. He was so focused that he didn’t hear a soft knock on his door.
“Knock, knock!” It was Lily, his cheerful neighbor. She held a basket filled with delicious cookies.
“Mr. Scribbles! I baked cookies for you!” she chirped.
But Mr. Scribbles didn’t look up. “Can’t you see I’m busy?” he snapped, making a big snarly face. Lily’s smile faded, and she quietly walked away, feeling sad.
Later that day, Mr. Scribbles took a break. As he stepped outside, he saw Lily sitting by the big oak tree, looking glum. His heart felt heavy. He realized that he didn’t want to upset his friends.
Suddenly, Charlie the Turtle waddled over. “Why the long face, Mr. Scribbles?” he asked.
“I didn’t mean to be snarly,” Mr. Scribbles sighed. “I just wanted to finish my story.”
Lily overheard and looked up. “It’s okay. We understand you love to write! But we also love to see you smile.”
Mr. Scribbles thought for a moment. He didn’t want to be snarly. He wanted friends to share his stories with! So, he had an idea.
“How about I read you my story over cookies?” he asked, his face brightening up.
Lily’s eyes sparkled, and Charlie cheered! “Yes, please!”
They all gathered in Mr. Scribbles’ cozy room. He read aloud, and they laughed together at the funny parts. The cookies made everything sweeter, and Mr. Scribbles felt happy.
From that day on, Mr. Scribbles learned to balance his writing and his friendships. He still loved to create, but he always remembered to share his joy with the people he cared about.
And whenever someone knocked at his door, he opened it with a big smile, ready to share both his stories and a basket of cookies!
If only this was true in real life, my snarly writer responses grumpy, like as if I could read his mind. The good thing is he is very happy always creating and who can complain about that.