A Tall Tale

John Taylor Races the Motor Car

A Tall Tale

by: Andrew Hatch age 7

In Wilbury Town, in what is now Arizona, there lived a man named John Taylor. John Taylor was the fastest man around. He could outrun even a horse.

One day when he went to get his newspaper, he picked it up and read,

“First Motor Car Built, Fastest Thing in Wilbury Town!”

Suddenly something zoomed past John Taylor. It was the red motor car! Inside was a man. The man turned around and parked next to John Taylor's house. The man came out of his motor car, and walked tward John Taylor.

“Hello,” said the man, “I am Zoolop, president of S-P-E-E-D industries.”

"Hello," said John, "Can I help you?"

"Yes, you can," said Zooloop. "I've heard you're the fastest man in Wilbury Town. So I want to race you with my motorcar."

John said,

" You're on!"

The next day at the starting line Zooloop said,

"You are going to lose!" John ignored.

They were off! John had a good start, he was as fast as lightning, but Zooloop was catching up. Then John tried to go as fast as he could. Suddenly, everyone gasped! They had never seen anything go so fast before. John went so fast he created a Giant Canyon. Today we call this the Grand Canyon.

Just as John was about to give up he heard cheers. Suddenly he realized he had won!

Zooloop came to the finish line. When Zooloop realized John had won he grunted. Zooloop walked up to John and said

"Nice job John, but I'll be back, with a better and faster car." John said;

"Go ahead and try." but John knew he'd never win. John knew he was the fastest of anything in Wilbury Town.

Here's a story I wrote last year, I hope you have fun reading it. :)

I was in my office one rainy night. Suddenly someone knocked on my door! A shadowy figure came in. He told me a case. I did not quite understand, but I took it. Oh, I forgot to say I am a great detective, and my name is Tracer Bullet. Anyway, the next night I went out into the streets.

Okay, the figure told me that the mug stole his clock and his rifle. But why would

the mug want those things? I guessed I had to find out. I came across a narrow alley. Just then, a silhouette

of a figure appeared! I grabbed my automatic! Unfortunately he zapped me with a device! I woke up dazed in a heap of trash. I walked down the streets again. What

was that strange device? I asked myself.

I thought, and thought.

Suddenly an idea hit me! The police had almost all the criminals in the city except one. I quickly went to my office! I reviewed my files. Ah-ha! The criminal was Mr. Billion! I knew where Mr. Billion's hideout was, so I went there.

When I reached Mr. Billions place,I peeked around a corner, and saw Mr. Billion and his inventions! The weirdest invention was a rifle attached to a clock and a diamond. Ah-ha! I thought. It was the device! As I crept out Mr. Billion grabbed the device! “This you see”, said Mr. Billion,

“is a Doosher!” I grabbed my pistol and started firing! I was winning!

Mr. Billion put his hands up. He also dropped the Doosher! The next two days went by. I was in my office when... RING! I picked up the phone. A dames voice came out of it.

“Tracer Bullet! Come quick!” She said. Hmm...This was another job for me.

The ...End?

The Adventures of Tracer Bullet: The Case of the Clock and Rifle

by:Andrew Hatch