A Storyful Story

So last week in my email to Spencer, I was trying to fill up space and ended up writing what I have dubbed a "Six Minute Scribble", which is pretty much what my creative writing always is. It basically means I start to write with no idea what I'm writing about, for anywhere for 5 -10 minutes, and hopefully some kind of coherent story comes out of it. Since I never post anything, I thought this tale would be as good as anything to distract my few readers for a couple of minutes. (The art isn't mine. I wish.)
Ahem... Once upon a time there was a rooster who was very gloomy. All the time he waddled around, grouching at various animals on his farm that they were too loud, or too cuddly, or too annoying to exist. Everyone took his grumpiness with good humor, because he was the rooster and had to sport that ridiculous red floppy thing on his head, so naturally he'd be a little miffed. They didn't listen to him, however, and continued to remain loud, cuddly, and annoying.

One day the Sun rose into a beautiful, cloudless sky, and the rooster opened his crusty, beady, grouchy eye.

"Harumphhchc!" He half cackled, half gurgled through his stained beak. "Another stunningly bright, blinding, horrible day. I wish the Sun would never rise so I could live in my grouchy, uncuddly, annoying state forever in the cool darkness of night and never have to see all the other things around me."

Suddenly, the Sun revolved, and turned to the rooster with a face full of distress.

"Poor little rooster," said the Sun. "The world is full such beauty, such color, such lovely noise. Each morning I rise so that my Earth friends may have light to see all the pleasant things of the world, but you see none of it."

"Harumphhchh," gargled the rooster. "There is nothing beautiful about your light or the world. It's cute and fluffy and full of silly, loud creatures. I'd much prefer to live in a world that is always dark and silent."

The Sun thought for a moment, then beamed a bright and glorious smile.

"Very well, young rooster," he said with a voice dipped in ancient wisdom. "I will grant you your desire. Today I will go away, and I will not come back until you call for me to come."
"Not very likely!" The rooster cackled grumpily. And with that, the sun turned back around, and left the sky. All was dark again.

In the blackness the rooster could hear the uneasy shuffling and squawking and snorting of the other animals. "Serves you right for being so pleasant all the time," he grumped. Still, he was pleased that he had gotten what he wanted.

The day passed in muffled silence. No one knew what time it was (for this was in the days before time-keeping pieces were invented, though it would have been too dark to see them even so) and it was rather chilly. At first the rooster didn't mind the cold, for he had his layers of feathers to help him stay toasty. But when he thought several days must have passed, his beak began to chatter as he shivered.

"Haa--ruuu--mphhh!" He chattered. "N-nnoo ch-ch-channc--cee of eeev-verr call-ling back-k-k that an-n-noying Sunn-n!"

His crusty, grumpy eyes began to hurt from straining so hard to see all the time. And worst of all, thought the rooster, worse than anything else, the other animals began to realize that the Sun might never return. Slowly but surely their muffled noises of concern turned into screeches and wails and whinnies of full-on panic. The noise was so loud that the rooster greatly wished his wings were better able to block his ears and keep out the cacaphonous noise.

"Auughh!" He shivered and grouched. "Th-his is worst of all! I've nev-v-ver hear-d-d such an awfffful racket-t-!"

Stubbornly he stood, cold, hurt-eyed, and annoyed to the extreme by all the noise. All at once he could not take it anymore.

"Alright!" he yelped! "Alright, Sun! You win! I want to see! I want your warmth! And most of all, I want these annoying cuddly creatures to stop their racket!"

But the Sun could not hear his creaky, quiet old rooster voice over all the other animal's noise. What to do? Thought the rooster. Of course, he knew, to be heard he'd have to make the loudest, most obnoxious noise possible. So he gathered up all his stale rooster breath...

"COOOOCKKAAADOOODDLEEEEDOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" He crowed!

All the animals went silent.

And slowly, slowly from the east, pale light began to rise on the horizon. Tingles of warmth began to flow through his ruffed rooster flesh. The light grew brighter and brighter until at last the Sun rose, a glorious glowing orb in the sky that showed to the Earth the magnificent color and variety that abounded.
He turned once again to the rooster.

"Well," he said, "how did you like your time in the dark, grouchy rooster?"

The rooster looked grumpily down at his creepy feet.

"I didn't like it very much at all, Mr. Sun. All of the cuddly, annoying animals were even louder and more annoying than ever. Comparitively, their noises at the moment are quite pleasant. And besides that it was very cold and my eyes hurt from trying to see without success."

"Yes, there are many reasons why Earth needs her Sunlight," said the Sun. "And it seems you have learned your lesson. But from now on, every day when I'm about to leave my horizon bed and rise up into the sky, you must first call to me with your rooster cry. Then will I gladly climb the skies, bringing my warmth and happiness to even the grouchiest, weirdest looking old creatures that live."

And with that, the sun turned its face and continued its arc across the sky.
And that's exactly how it happens, every day.

The End.

So there you have it, my six minute scribble.

"There's nothing to writing. All you do is sit down at a typewriter and open a vein."
-Walter Wellesley "Red" Smith