Stinky and the Night Mare

6 Nov

Stinky and the Night Mare

by L. Stewart Marsden

Anna Maria Alberghetti Christiana Gabriella Margaret Anne Jones was in a snit. -- illustration by Jessie Luo.

Anna Maria Alberghetti Christiana Gabriella Margaret Anne Jones was in a snit. — illustration by Jessie Luo.

 

Anna Maria Alberghetti Christiana Gabriella Margaret Anne Jones was in a snit.

I don’t want to sleep in my bed! I want to sleep in YOUR bed!” she snitted at her dad.

And whenever Anna Maria Alberghetti Christiana Gabriella Margaret Anne Jones was in a snit, her dad lovingly called her “Stinky.”

Well, Stinky, then I guess the Night Mare won’t come to your room tonight,” he said.

Nightmare! I don’t want to have a nightmare!

Not a nightmare – a night mare – a horse that comes to you at night,” explained Dad. “She lives on the farthest star, and will come whenever called to give you a wonderful ride on her back.”

I don’t believe you.”

I don’t care. It’s still true.”

How can she hear from so far away?”

Well, first you must be under the covers. Then, your head must be on the pillow. And then you must squint your eyes and look at the night-light.”

Stinky’s night-light was a square piece of colored glass, turned with one corner at the top — like a diamond.

In the middle of the glass was a bright yellow star against a dark blue night sky. Rays of yellow light streaked from the center of the star to the edge of the glass.

Stinky did everything her dad told her to do: she pulled the covers up under her chin, lay her head on her soft, fluffy pillow, then turned to look at the night light and squinted her eyes nearly shut.

What do you see?” Dad asked.

The night-light looks like a bright star.”

That’s where the Night Mare lives.”

I don’t believe you.”

I don’t care. It’s still true. Now, begin to count softly.”

Stinky began to count.

One, two, three, four . . . “ and before Stinky could say “five,” she heard something.

I hear something!”

What does it sound like?”

Wheeeeeeeeeeee! Like a horse whinnying.”

That’s the Night Mare! She has heard your call!”

I don’t believe you.”

I don’t care. It’s still true. Are you still under the covers? Is your head on your pillow? Are you squinting your eyes and looking at the night-light?”

Stinky did all four.

What number are we on?”

Six,” Stinky whispered.

Go on counting then.”

Six, seven, eight, nine . . . “ and before Stinky could say “ten,” she heard something.

I hear something!”

What does it sound like?”

Puddle-up, puddle-up, puddle-up, puddle-up!”

That’s the Night Mare running through the night sky on her way to your room!”

I don’t believe you.”

I don’t care. It’s still true. Are you still under the covers? Is your head on your pillow? Are you squinting your eyes and looking at the night-light?”

Stinky did all four.

What number are we on?”

Eleven,” Stinky whispered.

Go on counting then.”

Eleven, twelve, thirteen, fourteen . . . “ and before Stinky could say “fifteen,” she heard something.

I hear something!”

What does it sound like?”

Lap, lap, lap, lap.”

That’s the Night Mare stopping at the Milky Way for a drink of sweet cream. She’s tired from running through the night sky, and needs the cream to quench her thirst.”

I don’t believe you.”

I don’t care. It’s still true. Are you still under the covers? Is your head on your pillow? Are you squinting your eyes and looking at the night-light?”

Stinky did all four.

What number are we on?”

Sixteen,” Stinky whispered.

Go on counting then.”

Sixteen, seventeen, eighteen, nineteen . . . “ and before Stinky could say “twenty,’ she heard something.

I hear something!”

What does it sound like?”

Flap, flap, flap, flap.”

That’s the Night Mare flapping her wings to stop on the street outside our house.”

I don’t believe you.”

I don’t care. It’s still true. Are you still under the covers? Is your head on your pillow? Are you squinting your eyes and looking at the night-light?”

Stinky did all four.

What number are we on?”

Twenty-one,” Stinky whispered.

Go on counting then.”

Twenty-one, twenty-two, twenty-three, twenty-four . . . “ and before Stinky could say “twenty-five,’ she heard something.

I hear something,” she said softly and slowly.

What does it sound like?”

Clip-clop, clip-clop, clip-clop, clip-clop.”

That’s the Night Mare walking through the house and coming to your room.”

I don’t believe you.”

I don’t care. It’s still true.”

To Stinky’s amazement, the Night Mare walked into her bedroom. The mare glowed soft-white, and her wings were folded at her sides. She nudged Stinky with her nose. Her breath smelled like sweet cream.

With her dad’s help, Stinky climbed onto the Night Mare’s back, and held on to her white mane. The window flew open, and out into the night air the Night Mare and Stinky flew, climbing up, up, up into the starry sky, and far, far away.

I don’t believe this!” shouted Anna Maria Alberghetti Christiana Gabriella Margaret Anne Jones, tossing her golden hair in the moonlight, and laughing uncontrollably.

I don’t care,” smiled her dad, whispering to himself and watching his daughter and the Night Mare sail away into the sky.

It’s still true!”

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7 Responses to “Stinky and the Night Mare”

  1. connor kianpour November 6, 2011 at 2:49 pm #

    this was wonderful (:

  2. Teena Stewart January 26, 2012 at 7:08 pm #

    What a fun story. You have a vivid imagination.

  3. Jen S. M. February 18, 2012 at 1:34 am #

    Wow…
    I suppose you know, but your post is being blogged about here http://www.booksandsuch.biz/blog/finding-a-treasure/

    • skipmars February 28, 2012 at 12:59 pm #

      Thanks for visiting my blog. I hope you liked Stinky and the Night Mare.

  4. seventhvoice May 10, 2012 at 10:58 am #

    Loved this one. Thank you = )

    • skipmars May 10, 2012 at 11:05 am #

      I’m glad! My daughter and I are working on a series of Stinky books. Somehow that doesn’t sound right!

      • seventhvoice May 10, 2012 at 11:17 am #

        lol…..best of luck with it = )

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