Mighty Mocholas’ Story
Blessington Educate Together National School, in Blessington Library, 5th & 6th Class, Fighting Words Wicklow 08 November 2022
One evening at sunset, Mocholas the Dino walked down the street with the gentle thud of his huge feet.
His best friend, Jeremy Frimpog the Frog, jumped off his head and they headed into his house.
When they opened the door, they heard a big clatter in the kitchen.
Mocholas’ Mum was making beans on toast for dinner. He sighed because he hated beans on toast.
“I hate beans on toast…”
“That’s what you’re having!” His Mum shouted while waving her wooden spoon, her most deadliest weapon.
Mocholas escaped into the sitting room and cowered behind the lamp, then moved to the plant pot. While hiding from his Mum, he also tried to find his secret stash of rashers, mushrooms and kinder eggs.
Jeremy Frimpog hopped in behind him, Mocholas’ Mum threatening to fry Jeremy all the while.
“You know Mocholas, this stash that you’re looking for, or you’re seeking for, is imaginary. You need therapy from all your childhood trauma,” Jermey said while jumping around. He was wearing his favourite sunglasses while his beret flapped in the wind.
“How dare you speak about me like that!” Mocholas screamed. “Besides, your designer sunglasses are so bad that if anyone buys them, they need therapy more than me.”
“Ooooooh, sick burn,” his imaginary mushroom venting mechanism/friend said.
“Well when I rule the world one day, none of you will laugh at me,” Mocholas declared.
“Ha-ha,” his Mum said as she grabbed for Jeremy Frimpog. She made her way back to the kitchen and held Mocholas’ best friend over a searing hot frying pan. She was slowly lowering him into the pan…