The Magical Sled by: Gabriel Hartle

I am not sure why all of Gabe's stories start with a smell?  Rotting pumpkins...now french toast.  At least we are getting more pleasant with our olfactory description!  And I am pretty sure the "sparkles floating through the air" were just dust!  ;)  I just love it when his teacher sends me copies of his stories!  This one was written 1/26/09.

One day I woke up to a smell.  But what was it?  Could it be?  "Yip-ee!" I said as I sniffed the air to smell french toast.  Our family has french toast every Christmas.  But something didn't seem right in my room.  Sparkles floated through the air as I walked towards the door.  

"Gabe, Gabe!" my brother  said as if he was looking for me.  I did not answer.  I needed to find out what was going on.  I went passed the Christmas tree.  I went down the basement stairs.  I saw the door that led me to the secret room only I knew about.  "Boy, I sure do hope no one finds out about this room," I exclaimed.  When I arrived there I saw a big shadow.  I took two more steps closer and there it was.  A magical sled!  I got in it but there was a problem.  It took me up and in the sky,  It was magical!   Suddenly it ran out of magic.  I started to panic.  I went around the city to find more spirit but I guess no one believed the magic was real.  Then a ton of people promised to have the spirit.  I jumped in the sled and quickly it rose in the air.  I tried to sound like Santa but my throat was pretty soar.  I just wish my brothers were here.  But I guess theyre too mature to believe in magic.  Witch makes me wonder why my brother has a magic book.  What was weird was, there were no magical reindeers.  I was getting a little scared.  How could the sled get me back home?  How would it land?  Then I realized all the rooftops looked the same.  Was I gonna spend my life here?