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Dedicated to my mom
Maple leaf writing project
Brattleboro, VT
2017
Chapter 1
In the small town of Killington Vermont Cyrus the mole lived his life in peace below the streets. Cyrus, who majored in three different specialties at Stanford, was the first animal to ever graduate from college. Even though this genius mole majored in three areas, he prefers to stay in his underground home. He said that his 12 years of schooling was “just an experience that made him want to stay underground even more.” Cyrus was usually scared of humans and what they did. Even though Cyrus hated to be on the surface, today he had too. It was the 4th of July parade and the people walking in it would walk right over Cyrus’ home. This would result in a severe mini earthquake and his belongings would be shattered. But to make matters even worse, Senator Sanders was walking in the parade. The reason this will be worse for Cyrus is that hundreds of people will go stampeding over his home and possibly him if they were not paying attention.
“Why do they have to do this stupid parade?” Cyrus mumbled to himself. “They would be better of to just come and dig up my house. It would do the same damage.”
Sanders walked last in the parade which made it easier for people to stampede behind him. The senator walked past the crowds and said “Thank You,” and then “I apreciate it.” Cyrus started to get nervous as the senator approached.
“Here it comes,” he was able to squeak out. The senator walked slowly with ease past Cyrus until he looked in the air to see a plane coming fast right at him.
Chapter 2
Bernie’s bodyguards rushed him into a corvette that seemed to instantly go 200 miles per hour. The plane would not give in though. It circled around, shot and repeated, not showing any sign of giving in.
“Why is it shooting at me?” Bernie asked seeming annoyed.
“Maybe it isn’t. What if it's shooting at something else?” The car driver replied.
“Like what, the car? It has to be me.”
“Don't be so sure. You never know with those russians,” one bodyguard answered.
“Wait a minute, how do you know it's Russian?” Bernie asked.
“I used to be a spy. I know the markings are Russian, I just can’t translate it.”
“Ohhhhhhhh,” Bernie went on sounding annoyed. “Well that helps a lot. What if it says nuclear air strike?”
The bodyguard was dumbfounded by his short term memory loss.
“You know…… I think that actually might be what it says. I was on a mission about 30 years ago, and I saw this plane. It had a….. a charm in it, a really cool charm. I actually have it in my pocket,” Bernie was outraged, he could barely talk.
“So you probably stole a very important charm that was made from stone their country founded 3000 years ago,” Bernie screamed.
“Well………. I think it is actually…” He got cut off by the car driver taunting Bernie.
“Hey guess who was right. ME! I told you the plane wasn’t shooting at you!”
About a dozen bullets smashed through the window, shaving of the car drivers mustache.
“My mustache! Its…..Its…..Its gone! Why did the plane have to shoot at me,” He cried. “I loved that mustache like it was my son. We would even play catch on the weekends. I still have the indents from all the times he wouldn’t catch the ball.”
Everyone screamed. “Hey Mr. Mustache! Why don’t you watch the road you dingbat!”
The car went out of control, bullets punctured the tires, and a bullet put a huge hole in the gas tank!
When the car exploded the charm flew up, up and up some more until it broke the troposphere (lowest layer in the atmosphere) and began to fall. The charm banked of the peak of Killington Mountain and started to fall again. Since the peak of killington is 4231 feet the charm had to fall a long way to hit the ground.
As the charm fell closer to the ground the plane spotted it. The plane had to have been going at least 400 mph because it hit the ground when the charm was about 3000 feet in the air. The charm didn’t go to them though, it ricocheted off of the plane and started to gain distance from the ground.
Meanwhile, Cyrus hid in his hole rolled up in a ball saying, “Please don’t die. Please don’t die,” over and over again. It wasn’t until the mailman dropped the mail into Cyrus’ hole that his mood changed.
Cyrus fished through the mail, tossing away unimportant stuff. Bills would go to the trash along with ads and junk mail. Cyrus was only interested in one envelope though. One that read:
To Cyrus.
Cyrus,
Lots has happened since you left and I’ve found a job in russia. I have to take care of some important stuff this week , but would you be able…” he was cut off with a loud thunk like something hitting metal and popped out of his hole. About four bullets were heading right at him, but as they came closer he saw it was one giant bullet!
Chapter 3
Everything went still in the world except for the giant bullet hurdling toward Cyrus. It sounded like a gun battle but there were no people around. It was a ghost town. Still the giant bullet was coming in fast, and as it feel closer Cyrus realized something odd about the bullet. It had the shape of a russian charm, one that he studied in college.
Gunfire interrupted Cyrus while he tried to figure out what the Russian charm stood for. A rustle in the bushes got Cyrus very curious, completely forgetting about the charm flying at him. When Cyrus was almost to the bush where he heard the rustle, a strong growl drove him away. He ran as far away from the noise as possible, almost crashing into a tree. He made a sharp turn to avoid the tree, tripping over a black figure. The black figure moaned and rolled over onto his back. It was a person. A huge gash was on his his head, a charm laying next to him.
Cyrus picked up the charm and put it in his pocket, but jumped out of his skin when he heard a voice speak from behind him.
“Get in the Chopper!”
Chapter 4
Cyrus knew that the whole thing had to do with the charm. Immediately he wished he had never even gone near it.
The voice ordered Cyrus into the plane right after they took everything from him. The charm was the only thing he had with him but was one of the most valuable objects in the world. So the soldiers had a big surprise when they checked his pockets.
When Cyrus boarded the plane, a thousand questions started flying at him.
“I didn’t do anything,” Cyrus would say. “Im innocent!” But the questions wouldn’t stop coming at him.
They landed in a really high tech garage with huge iron walls. In a type of spray paint there where the words, Air Force two.
Cyrus gasped, “Air Force two. The the most high tech jet in the world! With 100 bombs on the wings! Wait…… doesn’t that plane stay in the whitehouse?” But no answer came. It looked like Cyrus was in for an adventure.
Chapter 5
Cyrus was escorted into a room that was shaped like a oval. The walls were painted a faint yellow, there was a huge desk, and about 20 chairs. Cyrus was seated in a little black chair that needed 4 pillows to allow him to see over the table. It seemed like some important information was being discussed between two men in tuxes, that stood alone. Finally someone decided to come and talk to Cyrus. “We’ll answer all of your questions,” one of the guy in the tuxes told him. “You're in the oval office, you have nothing to worry about, just relax.”
Cyrus started to chuckle at the sight of this guys hair. It was all thrown to the left side of his head and was looped around his mouth like a mustache.
Even though Cyrus didn’t watch any of the election, he could tell who this guy was. He was president elect Ronald Crump. Ronald had cheated by saying that he would give each person that voted for him $50! Anyway, people ended up voting for him to receive $50. It was like he had the whole world under a money spell. Even though he did not win the popular vote, he was able to win the electoral college.
Ronald explained everything to Cyrus. He said the whole thing was a misunderstanding. The only thing Ronald asked cyrus was why he had the charm. Cyrus replied unsure of what to say.
“Yeah. Umm… see…. There was this guy and umm….. He had the charm and umm…… I…… I wanted to do some studying on it,” Cyrus lied.
Ronald replied sarcastically, “Oh yeah, sure, that sounds real realistic. I imagine it just fell out of the sky two.”
“I think it did” Cyrus said.
“Sure it did, he obviously stole the russian charm. Hence take him away. Lock him up for now. I will arrange a court trial for him. Thanks to this guy, we’ll be selling this charm to china for millions.” President Ronald said. Then he mumbled something so quiet that Cyrus couldn’t hear. “I told you we would make a lot of money as rulers of the country. Up high!”
Chapter 6
“Ughhhhh!” Cyrus moaned. “I’m so cramped in this….. this…… this small rat cage! I can’t take it anymore!”
Cyrus had been placed in a room with 4 hightech cells, but instead of being in a cell he was in a cage. Each of the cells looked empty but he couldn’t see the one behind him.
“You won’t have to. Once the Russians send their nuke here tomorrow, all of America will be destroyed. Trust me, I was in the Russian army before I got taken hostage yesterday.” A voice came from the cell behind to Cyrus.
Cyrus didn’t know what to say, so he just played along. “Why would they do that?”
“Because America stole their prized possession. The charm their ancestors made out of rare stones.”
“Why would America steal the charm?” Cyrus asked.
“I don't know,” The strange voice told.
Cyrus had a question that kept buzzing in his head, how did this guy know so much about america’s government? Whatever the reason was, Cyrus didn’t believe him until he mentioned a familiar name.
“Martin, the Russian army commander gave the army the idea of bombing america if they..”
“Martin Malcomb?” Cyrus interrupted. “Short and stubby? Furry head?
“Yeah, do you know him?” The voice asked.
“He's my dad.”
Chapter 7
“Cyrus, time for your trial,” Ronald screamed. He opened the cage and Cyrus rolled out.
As they walked through the long halls of the White House Cyrus heard a noise far off in the distance. It sounded like 100 chihuahuas got their paws stepped on. Cyrus stopped to listen,
“Did you hear that?” Cyrus said. Ronald didn’t hear anything and kept walking, almost tripping over Cyrus.
“Wait here and don’t touch anything,” Ronald said in a commanding voice.
Then he ran into a room far across the hall. Cyrus got a strange feeling that the strange voice he heard when he was locked up in the cage was right. Russia was bombing America.
Chapter 8
Cyrus moved back a little, but it was like Ronald was watching him. As soon as Cyrus took a step backwards Ronald came out of the room screaming.
“I told you to wait,” he screamed.
“But…..but….but I got nervous. I heard something really loud, and I wanted to live,” Cyrus whimpered.
Cyrus kept moving back not looking where he was going, sweating more and more every step. When Ronald was about 5 feet from Cyrus, Cyrus made a screech so loud that it could have been heard all the way across the world. Ronald dropped to the ground and covered his head with his coat.
Cyrus hit the wall so hard with his head that he had to turn around to see if there was an imprint of his head. When he turned around he did not see any imprint of a head but a huge metal door. It stood about 10 feet tall and had one of the biggest locks Cyrus had ever seen in his life. A thick chain held the door closed, except for a small crack that was on the wall next to the door. This was the only way out, and if Cyrus was ever going to escape from the White House it looked like this was how he was gonna do it.
Chapter 9
Cyrus dove through the crack but it only led to another room. Cyrus walked through this mysterious room with caution not knowing what to expect. He started to get a feeling that it was important because of all the top secret signs. In the distance Cyrus could see a Familiar shaped object. He had to squint his eyes to really see it. As he moved closer and closer it became more clear, the charm! Cyrus knew that if the strange voice was telling the truth, that he somehow had to get the charm to the Russians. That's what he decided to do. Cyrus carefully removed the charm from its spot and made his way towards a window. As he approached the window he saw many Russian vehicles. 8 tanks, 4 choppers, and 2 planes. He tried to slip out the window but it was locked. Cyrus scrambled around the room trying to find someway to escape.
Finally he was able to find some sort of drainage pipe. If everything Cyrus had heard in the last couple of days was true than he had to go down this pipe to stop Russia from bombing America. Thinking of what might happen, Cyrus started to shake.
Cyrus must have feared Ronald more than death though because when Ronald opened the metal door cyrus jumped right into the tube. He dropped down and did loop like riding a roller coaster. Taking his last breath, Cyrus plunged into water. The current of the water took Cyrus around in a world pool. At that moment he remembered that he still had the charm in his back pocket, or he thought it still was. The charm was no longer in his pocket, but floating towards another tube.
Cyrus tried his best to swim after the charm, fighting against the current to get to where he saw the charm go. As soon as Cyrus went into the tube he knew he was about to go on one of the craziest “waterslides” in the world. He went down an almost vertical drop and continued moving fast through the tube only to get stuck a few feet later. The water had stopped.
“Ugh,” Cyrus yelped. “Why did I have to get stuck?” Cyrus had lost all hope. He would stay stuck between the pipes forever. While Russia would bomb America.
As scared as Cyrus was in this moment, he knew that if America would get bombed he would lose everything he loved. Cyrus started to think, do I really want to stay afraid of everything and stay in the comfort of my hole for the rest of my life? I have the chance to save the world. Somehow I have to get out of these tubes. That was the only thing going through his mind.
Before Cyrus could even think of a way to get out of the tubes he could feel a slight coldness touch his back, water! It was like someone had flushed a toilet and all the water pressure was impacting through the the sewer tubes.
As Cyrus got pushed through the tube, he shot up. He shot up into a fountain in the yard of the white house. Tanks surrounded the front gate, along with hovering choppers and planes. Cyrus would have to get past the gate to give the Russian army their charm.
Cyrus dug into the ground, moving the fastest he had ever moved before. When he reached the gate of the white house he dug farther down to clear the posts. When he popped out of the ground he looked up at one of the tanks. Through the hatch at the top was someone Cyrus had wanted to see ever since he got a letter from him. His dad.
“Dad?” Cyrus said. “Is that you?” Cyrus’ dad looked down.
“Cyrus!” He screamed, but Cyrus cut him off before he could say anything.
“I have the charm! Please don't bomb america, here, I’ll give it to you.” Cyrus threw the charm up to his dad.
“Thank you Cyrus,” his dad said. “You have returned the charm to Russia and there will be no need for us to send a bomb America, Cyrus. But there is one thing I want to do.” Cyrus’ dad jumped down from the tank and gave Cyrus a huge hug.
Only one thing could make this a better moment though, and that was for Ronald to be impeached from president. Someone was already on that though, none other than Bernie Sanders.
The next day Bernie awarded Cyrus a medal of honor. Ronald got impeached and Sanders was made president! Thanks to Cyrus, America would live in peace. At least for the next four years.
As for Cyrus, he and his dad returned to Vermont. Malcomb retired so he could spend more time Cyrus, and ski Killington mountain.
It just shows that no matter how small, furry or smart you are, you can still help to make a difference.
THE END
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