There was a little confusion over what was going on. I apologise for not being clearer. Let me explain...
I wasn't asking you to name a story I had written. I wanted you to supply a title which I would then write a story for.
To further explain, here is an example. A friend of mine gave me a few titles a while ago. One of those titles was 'The Lonely Mole'. Here is what I wrote...
The Lonely Mole
© M. Leon Smith
Jeremy sighed. He was comfortable in his tunnels but it was still not nice being on his own all of the time. He just wanted somebody to share all the tasty worms and crunchy bugs with.
He had looked for friends but had not found anyone who could help.
"You should run-"
"And hop!" said the rabbits. "That will make you so much happier."
Jeremy couldn't run and jump and skip and hop. He wasn't a rabbit, he was a mole. He could dig fantastic tunnels and catch all the squiggly, wriggly worms you could ever eat but he didn't have long legs like the bunnies did, so he sighed and kept looking.
"You should," said the wise old owl, "read. You are never alone when you have a good book with brave heroes and beautiful maidens in it."
Jeremy couldn't read books. He wasn't an owl, he was a mole. He made the prettiest hills from soil but his eyes were small and everything he saw was blurry, so he sighed and kept looking.
"Climb trees!" squeaked a squirrel, happily.
Jeremy couldn't climb trees. He wasn't a squirrel, he was a mole. He could find his way anywhere in the pitch black but his legs were too short and stumpy to climb trees, so he sighed and kept looking.
All the animals in the woodland gave lonely Jeremy advice but he could not follow any of it. The Robin red-breast suggested he go the another country on holiday. Jeremy couldn't fly, he was a mole. The fish suggested he had a nice, long swim. Jeremy couldn't swim, he was a mole. Each time he realised there another thing he couldn't do, Jeremy got sadder and lonelier.
Then one day, as he was digging some new tunnels to make his already fine house even better, Jeremy banged his head. He had small, blurry eyes so he was used to banging his head but this was different. Normally when he banged his head it hurt but this was warm and soft.
"Ow!" said the something he bumped. "Watch where you're going!"
That was another surprise. When Jeremy banged his head, whatever he bumped into never normally spoke to him and certainly not in a girl's voice. "I'm sorry," he mumbled. "I'm a mole and I can't see very well."
"I'm a mole, too. And I can see just fine. I have spectacles. Do you not have any?"
Jeremy had never even heard the word 'spectacles' before. He sighed. It was one more thing he didn't have. "No, sorry."
He felt a paw wrap around his and the fuzzy shape in front of him said, "Let's get you some. I'm Rhonda, what's your name?"
"I'm Jeremy. Nice to meet you, Rhonda."
Without any further delay they went back to his house. When they got there his new friend put the kettle on for tea and asked, "Do you have any jam?"
Jeremy nodded and pointed across to the cupboard. They drank hot, strong tea and ate sweet worm jam sandwiches and some bug crackers while having a nice chat. When they had finished, Rhonda asked, "Where do you keep your twigs?"
Being a mole, she knew Jeremy's house would be full of useful things like strong twigs and stout twine. Again, he pointed to a cupboard. He tried to watch what was happening but he eyes were so blurry he couldn't, he was a mole after all.
After a few minutes, Rhonda said, "All done! Hold still..."
Jeremy held still as something was slid onto his face. All of a sudden he could see clearly and the first thing he saw was Rhonda. She was pleasantly plump with short, glossy brown fur so dark it was almost black. Her nose was long and twitched in a such a lively way that Jeremy knew she would be great at finding worms. Balanced on her nose were a pair of jam jar bottoms, held together with twine and twigs.
Jeremy realised that those must be the spectacles she had told him about. Now he had a pair of his own!
"Thank you! Oh, thank you! It's amazing. I can see everything. I could hug you!"
Rhonda looked down and blushed. "You're quite welcome."
Jeremy shuffled around his house, seeing his things properly for the very first time. He had never been happier.
"Oh," said Rhonda, checking her watch, "I have to go home. I'm late and my Father will be so worried."
Jeremy was sad, he had hoped Rhonda would stay. It had been so wonderful to have someone to talk to, drink tea and share his sweet worm jam with, and now he was going to be lonely again. When Rhonda saw the sad look on his face she said, "Don't be sad. You make great jam and I'm sure we'll be friends for a long time."
With that, she left and Jeremy was on his own again. He went outside and marvelled at all the great new things he could see. All the blur and fuzz was gone and in its place there was a world of colour and shapes he had never imagined before. Who would have thought spectacles made from twigs and jam jars could make the world so different and special? Jeremy spent hours just wandering around and finding out what things he only knew by touch and smell actually looked like. Then he had an idea...
He couldn't find what he was looking for so he asked the hedgehogs but they wouldn't speak to him because they liked eating worms too but hated to share. He asked the cheeky mice but they only stuck their tongues out, squeaked, and ran away. Suddenly there was a hoot from high up in the trees.
"Excuse me," called Jeremy, to the wise old owl above. "May I please borrow a book?"
The owl was more than happy to lend him books and he was never lonely again.
Next call for titles go out on Wednesday...