Nicaraguan Short Stories 1
For their final English project, the third grade class of the Pierre and Marie Curie School in Managua, Nicaragua, first brainstormed about the kinds of stories they wanted to create. We went through several revisions, including handmade prototypes, handwritten versions, and typed drafts. Below is the result!
The Little Ring
One afternoon, Andrea, who was a girl from New York in the United States, was walking to Playland to have some great time with her friend Cynthia. They played a lot in that place because they liked it very much. There were water games, roller coasters, and playgrounds.
While Andrea and Cynthia were playing on the playground, they started taking turns hiding in the bushes and then finding each other. It was Cynthia’s turn to find Andrea and Andrea ran off to hide in some long grass, but she was distracted when she found a beautiful little ring shining on the grass. The little ring had a red diamond and Andrea liked the way it looked on her finger.
When Cynthia finally found Andrea and saw her wearing that beautiful ring, she felt jealous and angry because she could have found that ring herself.
“What a beautiful ring you have! Where did you find it?” Cynthia said.
“Thank you! I found it here in the grass.” They both looked at the ring in silence.
Cynthia finally said, “It would be a shame that you would lose it.” After that, Cynthia started to make a plan to steal the little ring.
Cynthia thought she could go to Andrea’s house at night and have a pajama party. She would wait until Andrea fell asleep and take the little ring from her dresser. It was a great plan, so she called Cindy, Andrea’s mom, to ask if she would permit Andrea to have a pajama party that night. Since they were very close friends, Cindy said yes.
That night, Sandra, Cynthia’s mom, took Cynthia to Andrea’s house. Andrea was so excited to have a party. They had dinner, played, told stories, and by 11:30 pm they were ready for bed. They had to share Andrea’s room, so they both climbed into Andrea’s bed. Andrea quickly fell asleep, and Cynthia started looking for the ring. After a quick search, she found it inside Andrea’s dresser. She put it her bag so that the next day Andrea would not suspect anything.
In the morning they had breakfast, took showers, and were ready to go outside to play. In the afternoon they had lunch and Sandra took Cynthia home. When Andrea went into her room, she looked for her little ring. It was gone! She was sad and mad, so she printed pictures of her ring and pasted them all around the neighborhood to see if someone had seen it.
One picture was pasted in front of Cynthia’s house, and Sandra saw it days later. She realized that it was the same ring she had seen Cynthia wearing. She went inside the house and yelled at Cynthia.
“Cynthia! Can I see that red little ring you wear every day?” But Cynthia was afraid that her mom had discovered her lie.
“Well, Mom, I can’t find it!” she cried back. She went outside and threw the little ring into the garden.
Andrea was walking around the neighborhood looking for her little ring, and finally she saw a red spark coming from Cynthia’s backyard. She ran to see what that spark was. It was her little red ring! But Andrea was worried because she found it at Cynthia’s house. She went inside the house and asked Cynthia,
“Why was my little ring in your backyard?” But Cynthia could not answer and started crying.
“I am so sorry!” she cried. “I was so jealous and mad because I wanted that ring and you found it first! Please forgive me, because you are my best friend.”
Andrea was speechless, she could not believe her friend had stolen her red little ring. But she told Cynthia, “You stole my ring, but as you are my friend I will forgive you.”
After two weeks, they were very happy about being friends again and now they are best friends forever.
The Little Cat Misifu
Some time ago, in a very colorful city called Veracruz, just south of Managua, a small cat named Misifu was part of a family that had two children, Carlos and Eduardo.
The children loved the kitten because she had psychic and physical powers: the kitten could fly and her eyes were like a pair of laser beams. She was a super cat.
One day the children were playing in the park with Misifu when suddenly they heard a fire siren. The fire engine was on its way to rescue a dog named Captain. Captain was trapped on top of a building.
Firefighters tried to rescue Captain, but it was impossible. The dog was too afraid to jump to safety. The kitten Misifu decided to help using her powers. She flew to the building where the dog was, picked him up, and took him to the park, where all the children were waiting with much wonder and excitement.
All the children and the fire department decided to reward Misifu for her heroic actions. Since then, the little kitten Misifu is part of the fire department of the city. She performs rescue operations regardless of who needs help.
The Big Lion and the Big Tiger
Once upon a time there was a big lion named Peter who lived in a cave in the forest. Peter liked to play with his friends. His best friend was Mario, a woolly mammoth.
One day Peter took a walk in the jungle and he met Mickey, the big tiger. Mickey was a bad tiger and he wanted to fight with Peter. Mickey told Peter that if they did not fight, he would attack his cave.
Peter ran fast to his cave and called on all his friends.
“Let’s fight!” he told Mickey. Mickey, Peter, and Peter’s friends fought for a long time, around 8 or 9 hours. They bit and scratched at each other. Peter won the fight because Mickey became tired. When it was over, Luigi, a gorilla friend of Peter’s, came to see him. He was around because his mother sent him to look for food. Luigi asked Peter what happened, and Peter told him he was fighting with Mickey. Luigi told Peter that fighting was not good, because people can get hurt. Peter got mad and wanted to punch Luigi, but he knew Luigi was right. Peter apologized to Mickey and asked him why he wanted to fight.
“I wanted to fight because I thought you didn’t like tigers,” Mickey said.
“I do like tigers! I just want to be your friend,” Peter said. Peter invited Mickey, Mario, and Luigi to his cave and they all played Hide and Seek together. They did not fight again.
The Dancing Worm
Deep in the jungle lived a worm named Giged. He did not have many friends. His parents had died and he lived alone.
Every day Giged went for a walk in the jungle. When no one was looking, he would dance by himself. When he went home, he cleaned his shoes so no one would know he liked to dance. He thought they would make fun of him if he did.
Every evening the other worms played music and danced in their homes. Sometimes Giged would hear the music through his window and start to dance a little bit. One day a worm named Betty was walking past his house. She heard music coming from the neighbor’s house. Through Giged’s window she saw him dancing. She liked dancing too, so she decided to knock on his door. After a short talk he invited her to dance with him.
The worm now had a friend. He opened an academy and all the worms in the jungle were his friends and they danced every night in the dance hall.
Now Giged is married to Betty and they have two sweet dancer babies.
The Mischievous Little Girl
Once upon a time there was a little girl by the name of Stephanie. She used to live in an apartment in Miami with a dog named Fido. She used to break the vases of her apartment every time she was not allowed to play outside.
One day she broke the most expensive one and her parents saw her do it. They were upset at her and grounded her for three days. Then she had an argument with her friend at school because her friend didn’t share her lunch. Her friend’s name was Genesis and they weren’t friends for one week.
Her parents and friends gave Stephanie advice about not breaking vases and not fighting with friends. They didn’t want her to be a mischievous girl.
Stephanie had to change for the better and not for the worse. She wanted to be a nice girl. So she visited the counselor of her school. Ms. June gave her good advice about how to control her anger.
Then Stephanie didn’t break vases or fight with her friends, and her little sister grew up looking to her as a good older sister.