Astronaut Harold

Yesterday, Harold decided to become an astronaut.
So, he went and told his sister.
"You can't be an astronaut," his sister said. "You're too
small."
"But, I could get bigger," said Harold.
"Well, that's true," said his sister.

And Harold went to tell his mother.
"You can't be an astronaut," his mother said. "You get
motion-sick."
"But, I could take medicine," said Harold.
"Well, that's true," said his mother.

And Harold went to tell his father.
"You can't be an astronaut," his father said. "Elephants
aren't astronauts."
"Why not?" asked Harold.
"I don't know," said his father, "but I've never heard of an
elephant in outer space before."
"Then, I could be the first," said Harold.
"Well, that's true," said his father.

"I'll go get started right away," Harold said and he went to
get his stuff.

First, he collected all the things he would need to take with
him: some books to read, some games to play, some food to eat, and a
blanket, in case he got sleepy. And he carried it all to his tree
house.

Then, he made his tree house into a space ship with paint on
the outside and a comfy chair on the inside and lots of cardboard
boxes with buttons and levers and things that go "ping" to make his
space ship go.

Next, Harold made his space suit out of aluminum foil and
cardboard and silver paint, with his white football helmet for his
head and a long, snakey hose to breathe through.

Now the tree house space ship was ready to blast off, so
Harold loaded all of his stuff and got inside, shut the door, buckled
his seat belt, and went.

Harold was busy exploring Mars when his friend Emma climbed
aboard.

"What are you doing?" asked Emma.
"I'm an astronaut," said Harold.
"Can I be an astronaut, too?" Emma asked.
"It's too late," said Harold, "we've already blasted off.
But, you can be a martian, if you want."
"OK," said Emma.
So, Harold made some antennae for Emma out of aluminum foil
and she put them on her head.

At first, Harold the Astronaut was afraid of Emma the Martian,
but they soon became friends and ate the food and read the books and
played the games together and came home in time for supper.

Today, when his father saw Harold playing in the yard, he
asked: "How's my little astronaut?"
But Harold said, "That was yesterday. Today, I'm going to be
a baseball player."

"Well, well," said Harold's father. "A baseball player today
and an astronaut yesterday. What will you be tomorrow, Harold?"

I think I'll be a cook," said Harold, "but, maybe I'll be
something else."

The End

This story was written by Kat Richardson click here to mail Kat.