Fiction: Emergency Landing for Toby. “Short Kids Story.”

Malek Sherif

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The ice skates had been TOBY's Christmas present the year that they were given. He thought that skating would be almost as exciting as flying, and he thought that both were interestedly a daily basis, he would lace up practices and practice his abilities on the densely packed snow that was found on What-a-Jolly Street. As soon as he felt comfortable taking even a few itty-bitty strokes, he made his way out to the creek that was located behind his house.

The wind had blown away the snow, and the sunshine shone brightly on the ice, which now looked crystal clear. Toby put on his skates with self-assurance and boldly made his way out onto the ice.

Whoosh! Before he could even get the words "Toby Ling" out of his mouth, he was already laying on his back with his feet in the air. The question that has to be asked then is, "What the heck happened?" Sobbing, Toby. He slowly climbed to his feet, but his skates began to slide out from beneath him almost immediately after he did so.

Toby reacted incredulously at the news. This is nothing at all like flying! "Why, ice, do you have to be so perilous and slippery?" He was able to get back up on his feet and even maintained his balance well enough to skate for a short distance while still wearing his skates. He was able to do both of these things despite falling while wearing his skates. He had a second stroke, which ultimately led to his death.

Incredible, was his reaction. I'm now at the point where I can declare, "I'm off and running!" After that, you won't believe it—kablooey! He went down to the ground once again. He was sitting straight upright, muttering to himself like an angry thunderstorm, and there, just in front of him, was a patch where the ice was so thin that water flowed over it. If Toby had been able to complete a few more strokes, he would have jumped into the water.

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With over a decade of writing stories for the local paper, Malek Sherif has a uniquely friendly voice that shines through in his newest collection of children's stories, which explores the importance we place on the legacy.

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