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23 Aug - 21:53
Praise God for this day... nice warm weather

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NP sweet mumkin. Your company is lovely. I apologize again for late respons!

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Hewwo Sorry about VERY late reply, but thankyou for these quotes

I shall contribute. Can't remember who wrote this...

"Your religion should be less of a theory, and more of a love affair."

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“Success is nothing more than a few simple disciplines, practiced every day.”
― Jim Rohn

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“Don't ever give up.
Don't ever give in.
Don't ever stop trying.
Don't ever sell out.
And if you find yourself succumbing to one of the above for a brief moment,
pick yourself up, brush yourself off, whisper a prayer, and start where you left off.
But never, ever, ever give up.”
― Richelle E. Goodrich

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“Fall seven times, stand up eight.” – Japanese Proverb

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7 - The Squeewee Chronicles - Squeewee's Story Begins
Finn C. M. Beauchamp
Sat 27 Dec 14
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After all this popularity spread, it was now extremely easy to just set
off from Isqueel for a better, richer life. This was now becoming

However, in the middle of all this, the King and his family did not feel
this urge for travel, despite never going further than turkey or
Russia. Yes, the food was bad, but now maybe better food would be
brought in.

Yes, the life was simple, but who needs it complicated? So Royalty was still sitting, happy and content.

Apart from Squeewee.

Ah yes, little prince Squeewee. Adventurous from the start. His Mum put
him down, went to grab a nappy, and when she came back he was already
out the door.

He was found after an hour, sat drinking beetroot juice which was
springing from a leak in a barrel. He was halfway across the island.

When he was seven, he decided to try rowing a boat to turkey. Had to
drift back after his arms got tired. His trip only lasted 5 minutes.

He tried to row to Russia when he was nine. Numerous attempts like this
were made, every single one ending in disappointment. It was sad.

And he was 30 when this popularity boom hit the Squeebrews. And this was
his chance. Squeebrews were considered Normal! OK, not that normal.

It all started when a Squeebrew brought back a few travel leaflets, in
Russian of course. He was captivated. Places to go, food other than
Beetroot and carrot skin!

He begged his father to let him leave, and travel. He said he would keep
up all his princely duties. He said he wouldn't even try to row the
boat. So, after 12 straight hours of nagging, he was allowed to travel.

He packed almost everything he could. Robes, a crown, cheesecake, his
breakfast, his snack, his lunch, his after-lunch snack, his
before-dinner snack, his dinner, his during-or-after-dinner snack, his
no-real-reason snack, his before-supper snack, his supper, his
after-supper snack, his before-sleep snack, his midnight snack, and his
dawn snack.

And some coffee. And a screwdriver.

So he set off to the boatyard, with a backpack larger than his head and
torso. A Spreedoo* took care of the rest of his belongings.

*Spreedoos were introduced into Isqueel after their first visit to
Turkey. These shared almost the same story as the Squeebrews, only
brought in the Qur'an. They are like miniature mice.

He got in a boat, and began to float off the Island of Isqueel. He
looked around, and saw the sun silhouette the domino castle that he
originated from.

He sighed, and ate his no-real-reason snack. That was beetroot fingers dipped in water. Yuck.

After a cup of coffee, he went to sleep.

This is how it all begins.

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