Category: Writers Block
The Great Disorder
Written By Rachel The Philosophical
Author’s note: I had to do some extra credit for my science class, and desperately too. I needed to gain good decent points. So, I decided to write this
up. I don’t like most kids fables, and wish there were good ones. I wrote one about objectivism. I hope you enjoy it, and learn from it.
It was a fine and mild spring morning, the elderly Mr. John Dogson had suddenly died a week before this present date of some particular illness. Young Mr.
June Dogson had gotten his large fortune, and his three moles of fertile land.
It was quite a large sum of money and Mr. Dogson had no real idea what to do with it, but decided he would put it to good use that would benefit him well.
Since, the land was all in tunnels it was a pretty expansive network of land. The whole community of moles, was rather excited and had immediately become
a load more friendlier to Dogson when it was informally announced.
Dogson was not fooled by tactics of the people, however.
The emperor Willus Mole had offered Dogson the noble position of right-hand man, and declared he would get the greatest honor. Dogson had declined the offer
shamelessly. The prince Alexander Mole had sent Dogson a comfortable large blue carriage and had offered him as many horses as he would like. Dogson sent
the carriage back and refused all the offers of horses. The prince was rather angry at his blatant refusal and so was the king.
On this particular date, it was publicly announced and clear to everyone of his inheritance of the fortune. Since that morning he had a flow of party invitations
most of which looked to elegant to be sincere. The doorbell rang
"Mr. Micelace has another message, sir," said his pompous servant Lionous running into the room. Dogson groaned audibly.
"Yes, alright, let him in," Dogson sighed heavily.
"Mr. Dogson, sir, there's another invitation by Mrs. Virginia Catus," Joshua Micelace the messenger said cheerfully bouncing in to the room.
"Yes, let me have that," Dogson said curtly, but bitterly. He grabbed the envelope in his hand, and deposited a few rocks into Micelaces hands. The rocks
were currency. He was cleaning before the servant had interrupted him, so as Micelace left, he proceeded to pick up his tools and continue cleaning his
dirty tunnel. An hour later the bell rang loudly again.
"OH dear me, dear me, who's this now," Dogson said to himself. The servant ran into the room.
"Mr. Dogson, Mrs. and Mr. Tigerly to see you, sir," he said. He told the servant to let them in, but what he really wanted to say was make them leave, because
he didn't want to see them. He didn't want to waste his precious time, because this visit wouldn't gain him anything, however, he knew that was not proper
etiquette to not welcome them. The couple came in looking very cheerful.
"Oh, Mr. Dogson. I understand the Catuses has already invited you to their party tonight, but I have one tomorrow, and I would feel rather gay if you would
come," Mrs. Tigerly said hurriedly and in one long breath. Dogson stared intensely right into her eyes, his face showed no emotion, and it was rather notable
that she didn't like it.
"I have no real interests in such things, madam," Dogson said emotionlessly as he put down his cleaning things. The tigerlys tried to persuade him, but
that didn't help. He wouldn't go at all. A great many more meanningless invitations came to Dogson. Micelace came around with several more. More people
came to beg him to go to their parties. He declined them all. He had no interest to go to these parties. He knew they just wanted him to go because they
wanted his land. It went on for the next few days.
On the third morning he was merrily eating at his breakfast, and Lionous ran into announce the arrival of more people.
"Darn, no, send them away, immediately. I do not want any more fakes to invade my home, so to ask for me to attend their parties." Lionous scurried off
frightfully. He declined more visitors for days on end. There were a lot of self proclaimed relatives that he didn't even know about. At last people stopped
bugging him, and people started avoiding him. People called him the grumpy old man, who was so greedy, and what a shame it was too with so much money in
his possession. No one liked him much.
A year later elderly Mole died, and young healthful Alexander Mole came up to the throne proudly. He didn't like the three moles of land Dogson had. He
reminded himself that it was a big plot, and many were left homeless. Their were too many rich people, and the emperor felt extremely sorry for the poor.
He believed in Charity, doing good for others, and most of all living for others. He didn't think the system of land trading was very effective, so he
sought to split it up. He confiscated all the land from everyone, and declared it was public land for the meantime. Chaos immediately had it's grip on
the country, because the land was split up. People rebelled, and the percentage of homeless folks increased more than ever. He split all lands up and the
money too. He attempted to distribute it equally. Everyone got a share, and Dogson too. The rich were not happy, and Dogson was amongst them. So they formed
a group to do something about it. Mole was assassinated. The poor who was there because of the splitting of the land was kicked off the land and everyone
got back what they had before. Dogson's three moles of land were returned to him. The other rich individuals got their land back also. People rebelled,
and got angry, but it just ran the way it did. The homeless tried to ransack the rich moles' land and many dwellings were destroyed. The whole country
was in disorder. Grislymore was named emperor and he attempted to improve things, but it was definitely not what it was before.
It proves what I've known all along--there's no such thing as order and balance. It doesn't end solidly. The style wasn't bad, though. But it was just too quickly done, I think.
Interesting story. I liked the consept.
The concept was good but it had no clear ending and nothing was resolved. Also, I couldn't see what the story of Dogson related to the ending. I was waiting for a lesson from him.
Uh, what was that? There was a plot, but no falling action and resolution. Work on it, my dear.
Hmmmm. Interesting.