Young Storykeeper Volume III

40 | STORYKEEPERS VOLUME III AGE SEVEN | 41
Liam Dockery
Co Dublin
ROBOSEALAND AND THE TERRIFYING CASE OF THE MIGHTY FRIGHT
(LIGHT) HOUSE
At the edge of the cliff, above the raging
sea, stood a big old scary lighthouse.
The lighthouse had been there for over a
million decades but lately it had been acting
strangely.
This mighty lighthouse had welcomed
the Vikings to Ireland and waved goodbye
to the Titanic as it sailed away, but now it
didn’t seem so friendly. All of the ships now
had computers that told them if they were
in danger so the lighthouse was feeling
unwanted.
In a cave underneath the lighthouse
there was a man. His name was George
Porkingson but his super-secret hero name
was Robosealand! He didn’t really have any
superpowers but he liked calling himself
a superhero. He called himself half robot
because he had a jet pack and laser eyes!
One dark night, George was asleep in
his bed when a huge ship crashed into his
cave and banged into his ear! George was
hurt and shocked. It was too dark to see and
for some reason he couldn’t hear a thing.
He strapped on his jet pack and flew straight
into the wall (as I already said, it was very
dark). Eventually he got out and saw…
The lighthouse was moving!
George’s eyes slowly closed and when
he woke up, he was lying in a bed in the
hospital. Meanwhile, back at the cliff, the
lighthouse was going crazy, shouting, “Feed
me!” There was something very different
about the lighthouse now - it had grown
legs! Not even the best scientists in the
world could explain how this happened.
The really bad thing was that this
hungry monster was now walking towards
the hospital!
The really, really bad thing was that this
hungry monster was drooling and shouting
that he was going to eat all the food on the
planet!
The lighthouse wasn’t actually heading
for the hospital, it was going to the chipper
next door. For years it had smelled all the
lovely fish and chips at the seaside and now
that he had legs he was going to get his own.
George looked out the hospital window and
saw the danger approaching. He grabbed
his jetpack and flew up to the lighthouse and
punched him straight in the face.
WHACK!
The lighthouse said, “Ouchy!” and
scratched his nose. Unfortunately, George
had no real superpowers so he ended up
breaking his hand and heading back to the
hospital.
One hour later…
The lighthouse was scoffing down
his one thousandth bag of chips when
Robosealand re-emerged, ready to fight!
First Robosealand used his laser eyes
to cut off one of the lighthouse’s arms
the lighthouse screamed with anger then
dodged another laser beam shot out by
Robosealand. The long remaining arm of
the lighthouse wrapped around George and
gave him a mighty wedgie!
The superhero fell to the ground in
embarrassment and crawled back to his
cave.
Today the lighthouse still roams from
town to town eating all the chips he can find.
THE LIGHTHOUSE MOUSE
Once there was a lighthouse. It stood firm
and tall. The keeper of the lighthouse worked
hard to look after the light. He polished it and
mended it to keep it bright and sparkling.
But one day the keeper started to
feel ill. He could not clean and polish the
lighthouse to make it shiny. He could not
mend and fix it to keep it bright. All he could
do was lie in bed.
Suddenly he heard a crash of thunder.
A storm was coming! The keeper lay in bed
listening to the wind and waves. He could
not check the light! He was so worried.
Little did he know that he was not the
only one who lived in the lighthouse. It was
also home to a small, brown mouse.
The storm grew louder. The keeper was
so afraid. What if there were ships nearby?
They would not see the dangerous rocks!
The little brown mouse was also scared.
Every night he would gobble up crumbs of
bread that fell from the keeper’s table then
follow the keeper up to the gallery to light
the lamp and watch the sun set over the
horizon. But there were no crumbs tonight.
He scrambled up to the gallery but he could
not see anything.
The light had gone out! And oh no! He
saw a ship in the distance, coming straight
towards the jagged rocks! Quick as a flash,
the mouse scuttled down the stairs to where
the captain was in his bed. He squeaked
with all his strength but all that could be
heard was wind and waves and snoring.
It was up to him.
The mouse ran back up the twisty
stairs to the lantern. It was pitch black. The
little brown mouse needed a match so he
climbed up the counter to where they lay in
a little box. He sat down to think. Then he
had an idea. He tied a match, to his tail and
started to climb. When he was at the top, he
went into the lantern. He struck the match
and threw it against the wick and scuttled
out, closing the door shut.
He curled himself into a ball. What if it
didn’t work? What if the ship didn’t see the
light and it hit the rock? He squeezed his
eyes tight shut.
Then suddenly there was a blaze of light.
It had worked! The beacon beamed and the