The Blue Whale

Once there was a boy named Benton. He was very shy. He seldom played, or even talked. He was either reading or writing in his little notebook. This little notebook was very important to Benton. Before Benton's grandfather, Charlie, died, he gave Benton the little notebook. Benton loved reading. Because of his connection with reading, Benton was inspired to write his own stories. He would wait until the morning, and if he remembered any of his dreams, he would turn them into stories. These stories meant a lot to him. These stories became Benton's friends... One night, filled with the silent loudness of crickets, Benton was hoping for a good dream. He hadn't written in a while, so he was very excited to see what dream explored his mind in the morning. He slipped into his pajamas and leaped into his bed, which had an engraving of a galloping horse on the front wood panel, and turned off his rusty kerosene lamp. He slowly fell asleep.
- - - 4 Hours Later - - -
Benton awoke at around 2:00am, and he clearly brought to mind his dream. Benton's dream was rather interesting. It had a whale, a big blue whale, and lots of directions. Benton started thinking of the directions, and he realized, he should follow them. So, Benton filled a sack with some clothes, his little notebook, a couple pencils, some snacks, and a few bottles of water. He slowly sneaked out of his room, and eventually ended up on the front porch. He hopped on his bike and ventured out. He pedaled as long as he could; until he had no breath left. He was in the middle of the forest. He propped his bike on a decaying stump, and lied down on the damp, forest floor of leaves. He decided to snatch a forty-winks.
- - - A Few Hours Later - - -
Benton was awakened by the chirping of frogs in a nearby forest pond. He closed his eyes once more as his eyes adjusted to the blinding light around him. He stands up, collects his belongings, and realizes he is on an island. He sees beautiful, glistening oceans and exotic plants surrounding him. To his left, a towering tree home to many coconuts. To his right, a large rock oddly engraved with "T.B.W." He was startled by a deep, bold voice behind him. He quickly turned around to investigate, and saw a huge, blue whale swimming towards the island. The whale lunged himself partially onto the island. Benton and the whale started talking to each other. Benton made a friend. It is quite silly actually, but Benton and the whale were very fond of each other. Benton decided to stay with the whale, and not go back home. He and the whale worked together and built a tree house, a farm, a tent for Benton to work on his writing, and a place for the whale to live without leaving Benton alone. During the day, Benton would farm and continue to work on the island, and the whale would retrieve fish to eat. Benton would fix meals for himself and the whale with great ingredients such as fish, carrots, potatoes, rice, and more crops daily. Everyday, when Benton was done working, he would climb atop the whale and continue to write in his little notebook. The whale would give Benton ideas, and he would turn them into stories. Benton and the whale became family, and will live together until the end of time. The reader would be surprised if the author of this story was Benton himself. Atop The Blue Whale, writing in his little notebook. Friends do not have to be the same, in any way, shape, or form. Friends have to love each other, and never leave each others side.