Do you smell that?

My goal for this blog post is to convey that the same smell can mean different things to different people.  It may be one thing like freshly baked cookies and it might remind one person of when they were learning to bake and another of their grandmothers house in the summer.  I am going to write a short children story about animals that smell the same smell reminds them of something completely different.  My audience is obviously children and the parents that read them the story.  Though truly anyone can enjoy the simplicity of a childrens book.

Once upon a time there was a little bunny named Sam.  Sam was hop hop hopping down the path one day when he smelled and amazing smell.  “What is that?” wondered Sam.  “MMM it smells like warm chocolate chip cookies baked by my mom!” Sam exclamed.  So Sam kept hopping toward the smell and along they way he ran into his good friend Whiskers the cat.  “Hello Sam!  What are you doing today?” asked Whiskers.  “I am hopping toward that amazing smell.” said Sam.  “Yes that does smell good.  It reminds me of my grandmother’s house when I would visit her in the winter.” said Whiskers.  As they took a big whiff they began to both move towards the smell.

As they were going down the path they pasted the pond where Frank the Frog live.  “Hello there!” shouted Sam and Whiskers.  “Well hello.  What brings you to the pond today?” asked Frank.  “We are following that wonderful smell.  Would you like to come with us?” asked Sam.  “What smell?  Mmmm that smells like the Girl Scouts that carry their cookies past the pond.  Come on, lets follow it!”  exclaimed the frog.

So all three of them continued on the path following the smell.  They got to a fork in the road and had to choose which one to take.  They decided to go to the right and the smell got stronger.  “I wonder if this is the way to my grandmas house.” said Whiskers.  “No, no I think it is my moms baking that she is bringing to me”  argued Sam.  “You are both wrong I know that it is Girl Scout cookie season and I bet they are pushing their wagons full of cookies this way.” said Frank.  As they continued down the path it began to get dark, but finally they got to the house that the smell was coming from.  As they stepped near it an ugly old which came out and said “Finally, you have all come to taste my cookies.  There is no turning back because you are trapped.”

To be continued…

After

I love writing in a style like this.  I did stress how one smell can mean different things to everyone.  I did show that each of the characters were reminded of something different when they smelled the sent of the cookies.  But I did like that at the end of the story..or the end of the part of the story I threw all of them and even the reader off. They were all wrong.  In that last paragraph they all insist that the smell is the memory that they associate the smell with.  When in reality they were all wrong.  How will the story end?  I guess you will have to keep reading my posts to find out later.

4 comments February 4, 2009