Creative Story If At First You Don


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Creative Story: If At First You Don’t Succeed

“Eureka!” Sam excitedly exclaimed. “I’ve done it! I’m set for life and

my happiness is assured. With this new invention I’ll be honored for my

brilliance, and I might even win the nobel prize!” he chirped ecstatically.

Sam was a chicken, the great great great grandson of the Not-So-Great

Chixken Little, who, in case the reader is ignorant, was the chick who thought

the sky was falling and got everyone eaten by a crafty old fox [SIC]. Sam was a

well built chicken, quite muscular in fact, and extremely inventive, but,

unfortunately, he had no brains when it came to reality. His motto was: ” If at

first you don’t succeed, try, try again,” and he would never give up even if

there was no way he could win. To this very day he still has an annual football

game against a childhood friend, Bono, who is a prize winning, full grown bull.

(In case the reader hasn’t discovered it, after every game, Sam has a visit to

the hospital where he is an infamous character, continually joked about by the

nurses and doctors who work there.)


“You may see Mr. Monty now, sir,” the secretary informed Sam.

He nervously eyed the door in front of him. The big, bold lettering




Doubts about his ability to make a good impression entered his mind,

but Sam immediatly gathered himself together, glanced back at the sheep

secretary, and entered the room. THe stately pig sat behind a magnificently

carved oak desk in the most luxurious office Sam had ever seen.

A plush oriental rug covered the floor from wall to wall, and paintings,

pictures, and diplomas adorned the brightly colored walls. Extremely expensive

ornaments were conspicuously displayed, spreading a DO-Not-Touch atmosphere

around the room. But the room was nothing compared to the pig

lounged in the sleek, black, leather chair. He was not fat, he was immense, he

had one of those stomachs that literally hung over his waistband. His four chins

wiggled like Jell-O as he turned his chubby head to face Sam.

“Yeees,” Mr. JP Monty stated suggestively.

” Sir, this is your lucky day! I am the esteemed architect of the

greatest invention of all time, and I have picked you, to invest in it. This

will certainly earn you enormous profits ince the public gets ahold of my

wonderful creation. What do you say sir? Are you with me or not? I know that if

you decide to endorse my idea, then you will be greatly rewarded in the future,

” Sam stopped, out of breath as he waited for an answer.

” Well it might be helpful to know what I’ve invested in before I risk

unknown numbers of bushals of grain to produce the afore-mentioned product.”

” Oh it will definitly be worth it Mr. Monty, sir, it will, it will, it

will!” Sam quickly and enthusiastically informed the famous business man before

him. A silence that seemed to last forever to the amateur inventor enveloped the


“Well, what is it young man?” JP inquired impatiently.

What is what?” Sam asked.

” Your supposedly great invention.” The pig shot back, obviously


“Oh, yessir, I’m sorry sir,” stuttered Sam,” I’ll tell you now sir. It

is artificially flavored grass… you know, for cattle.”

” Artificially flavored GRASS!?!?”

“Yessir. It comes in cherry, lime, apple, chocolate, and rasberry. It’s

actually quite tasty. Even I, enjoy the vast array of flavors. Also, there is no

end to the possibility of expansion of the product. We could always produce low-

fat, more fiber, and more flavors. Isn’t it an incredible idea sir? I have some

here if…” Sam’s voice trailed off, and his face fell as he peered at Mr. Monty.

” Are you all right sir?” The pig sat absolutely still and silent, as if in

serious shock. “Sir, is my idea bad?”

Mr. Monty’s expression suddenly changed to an animated happiness Sam

had never seen before. ” No, no my boy! It’s a stupendous idea!” He pressed a

button on his desk. ” Miss Steward, notify my managers immediatly. I want them

here precisly when the first star appears in the sky, not a moment later or they

know the consequences.

Type it up and relay the information instantly. Go!” His hoof left the button

and he turned to Sam again. “My boy, you’ve got yourself one enthusiastic

endorser. By the way, what is your name boy?”

“Little, sir, Sam Little.”


Sam leaned against the chair’s back, in his office and sighed. It had

been one of the most tiresome and busy months of his life. Everyone wanted

artificial grass. It was a fad among the calves. The adults enjoyed it too.

Orders poured in like rain during a monsson, and his new company, Arto-Grass was

thriving. But Sam was not happy. He had thought the bushals of grain would be

enough to satisfy him, but he didn’t want to deal with the responsibility of

owning a company.

“I’m too young to be stuck in an office already.” He said to himself.

You are precisely right, Mr. Little, Preeecisely right.” A low smooth

voice agreed.

” Who are you?” Sam curiously inquired of the fox that stood before him.

My name is E.Q. Exon Esq., but my friends call me Esquire. I will

consider you a friend , so please, call me Esquire.” The fox turned his head

slightly to the right and seemed to be studying Sam for his reaction to the


“”Okay, Esquire. What did you come to see me for?” Sam’s curiosity

about the walking mystery before him was aroused, and he wanted to know as much

as possible about the only interesting thing that had happened to him all month.

” Since you are my friend, Mr. Little, I came to warn you. I have heard,

from sources that I’m afraid are not at my disposal to reveal, so don’t ask,

that your company is going to suddenly turn around and go down the tube.

Once the new idea has soaked in., the cattle are going to lose interest, and are

already losing interest in Arto-Grass. Again, since I am your friend, I decided

to buy the company for four bushals of grain, a bargain for a company that is

about to go bankrupt. I’ll give youu until this time tomorrow to decide. I warn

you- this company is not worth one bushal, let alone four. I’m only offering

that much because you are my friend. Goodbye.” Esquire turned away and slowly

and deliberately left the room.

” Esquire, wait!” Sam declared. ” I don’t want to lose everything I

have earned. Please take my business. I’ll sign it over to you right now if you

want?” Sam took out a piece of paper and quickly scribbled something down and

signed it. ” Here Esquire, sign this too and we’ve got a deal.”

The fox took the paper and signed it. A malicious grin flashed across

his face and Sam cowered beneath his stare. ” YOu fool,” laughed the fox, ” You

imbecile! Now I own the fastest growing company known to all of Animalkingdom.

Now get out of here before I eat you for dinner !

Sam ran, half-flying, from the room with terror. Mr. E.Q. Exon EsQ’s

thundering laughter pursued him to the street. Tears pured down Sam’s face as he

realized what he had done.


A few weeks later, Sam smiled. He had it this time. Baths for cats.

Just what society would want. He would rise in fame , once again. Ha, ha!

Nothing could stop Sam! After all, “If at first you fon’t succeed…”


Moral of the story: ” If at first you don’t succeed… ” can be carried

too far.

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