Chapter 1
Grandma’s Story
“Hey Grandpa can you tell us the story about the history of Tikuihe?” Marty asked.
“No, not right now Marty,” replied Marty’s Grandpa.
“Come on Mr. Woods we really wanted to hear your story. You tell the best stories,” said Marty’s best friend Billy.
“Why don’t you just go ask someone else, every person on the island knows the story,” answered Grandpa Hickory.
“Awe! But Grandpa you tell the stories the best,” wined Marty.
“Honey, your Grandpa is not in a good mood so I’ll tell you the story,” said Grandma.
“Thanks Grandma Lola I knew that you would be the one who ended up telling us the story. Ok, Billy you will now finally find out the history of our island of Tikuihe.”
“What do you mean, I already know the story, I just love to hear it,” replied Billy.
“Well I know, my grandparents tell the story all the time and I told them you hadn’t heard it so they would tell the long version instead of the short version,” said Marty.
“I don’t understand, that makes no sense, why didn’t you just ask for the long version?” asked Billy somewhat confused.
“I don’t know, does it really matter!?”
“No it doesn’t so let’s get started!”
“Ok kids are you ready for the history of Tikuihe?” asked Grandma.
“Yah we are Grandma so LETS GET STARTED!!” shouted Marty.
“Ok, well when Tikuihe first became an island around the 1800s, I’m not sure of the exact date; there were only Friskets no Pixlets because at that time everything was paradise. There was no war, no known horrible illnesses, and everyone was nice to one another. No one knew what was right and what was wrong so no one was better than anyone else. Times were simpler then, less to worry about,” started Grandma Lola, but she was interrupted by Marty.
“Grandma all this stuff is kinda interesting, but when are you going to get to the really interesting stuff?” complained Marty as he stared to eat a cookie off the plate of fresh baked peanut butter cookies his Grandpa just brought out for them.
“Hold your horses Marty, all of this information is important to the history of Tikuihe. Now where was I?” asked Grandma Lola, as she picked up a cookie.
“You were talking about how Tikuihe used to be perfect,” answered Billy.
“Oh yah well, Tikuihe was never perfect, nowhere is perfect. In Tikuihe there were always the Friskets who disagreed with what Tikuihe was doing.”
“But Grandma how could someone disagree if there is nothing to disagree about?” asked Marty.
“Well boys, after about fifty years of paradise Tikuihe started to crumble, because there was no government. Everybody started to get used to living on Tikuihe and then robberies started and other kinds of crime started because no one knew right from wrong.
Well one man named Nemmel Leeman called a meeting of the residents of Tikuihe to establish some kind of system of government. During that meeting most of the Friskets agreed to his idea of creating a king, but others did not like the idea because they did not what one Frisket to be in control of the entire island.”
“Nemmel got the idea and all of the rules of a king ruled island from a Trixlet who had come to the wrong island by mistake. He started a conversation with her about government and how they did not know what to do. That Trixlet, I think her name was Tracie Kelly, told him about how on Tazzinee (the Trixlet Island) they started an island run by a king and queen.”
“At that meeting in 1850 is when Tikuihe’s first king was made, King Nemmel. Soon King Nemmel and Queen Penelope started to build their castle which made the people who were mad about the king even madder,”
“Is that when those Fiskets rebelled against the king and became the Pixlets?” asked Marty as a cookie broke in half in his mouth.
“Yes Marty it is, but it was not that simple.”
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“I will not stand for this new way of life!” shouted Gregory Fransiwar as he stood watching the king and queen’s castle being built.
“I’m sorry sir, but the rest of Tikuihe agreed to have a king and queen,” replied King Nemmel.
“I don’t care what Tikuihe agreed to I will not stand for you of all people to run this Island. You were a poor peasant; maybe if someone wealthier became king then I might not mind!”
“Sir I don’t know what to do. If you don’t agree with the ways of Tikuihe then my only suggestion is to move to a different island.”
“Nemmel you know that we do not know much about the lands past Tazzinee! How would I be able to move with my family to a different island?”
King Nemmel just stood there silent while Gregory continued to shout at him about how he did not want to live on Tikuihe any longer. King Nemmel had no idea what to do so he just decided to listen to what Gregory had to say.
“King you are not listening to a word I am saying!” shouted Gregory angrily.
Just as Gregory said, Nemmel was not really listening to him. Instead he was looking toward the mountains that ran across the middle of the island dividing it into two separate areas of land.
“You know what Mr. Fransiwar, I have an idea. Why don’t you, your family, and anyone else who does not agree with my ways move to the other side of the mountains. You can go through the passage in the mountains and start a whole new life on the west side of Tikuihe, nowhere near us.”
Gregory stood silent for a moment before he answered.
“I guess that could work. Before we move to this new part of the island we have to establish some rules regarding the property owned by me,” replied Gregory.
“Well the land that you would own is everything from the mountains west,” answered Nemmel.
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“Well Gregory Fransiwar, his family and about twenty other Friskets packed and traveled through the mountain passage to west Tikuihe and started their life away from East Tikuihe,” continued Marty’s Grandma.
Marty picked up his fifth cookie and started to eat it when he noticed that there was something that Grandma left out of the story.
“Grandma, you didn’t tell us how the Friskets changed into Pixlets,” asked Marty.
“And how they changed from round to square?” added Billy
“Ok After a while from being away from the Friskets the ones from West Tikuihe changed their name from Friskets to Pixlets. No one really knows how the Pixlets became square. That is one question that has puzzled the minds of some of the greatest scientists in Tikuihe. Well boys that is the history of Tikuihe and how the Pixlets first became Pixlets.”
“Wow thanks Mrs. Woods that story was awesome thanks for telling it!” said Billy.
“Hey Billy, come with me to my room. I’ve got an idea,” smirked Marty.
