There once was a ribbon. Her name was Ribbon, as plain as the decorative object that she was. Ribbon was very vain and liked to get up every morning from her place in the sewing basket full of odds and ends. Every morning, she would look into the small pink hand mirror that would be lying beside her in the sewing basket. She would see the cutest, most beautiful face in the whole world every morning and was delighted. Then Ribbon would reluctantly stop admiring herself and would begin to get ready for the day ahead of her. Ribbon was a blend of deep blue and light purple. She had sparkly pink edges and felt like China’s best silk when she twirled across your hand.
Ribbon usually would be in good spirits everyday, but there was somebody she loathed. Her name was Scissors and liked to tease Ribbon about her extravagant looks.
Scissors would say, “Ribbon, you should start being like me. I am everyone’s role model. I can take care of myself with these strong, but fashionable, blades…unlike your limp, weak material. Also my eyes are so big I can see everything!”
“Yeah, but too bad you can’t see that I look better than you even if I can’t protect myself you oversized piece of scrap metal!”, Ribbon would snap back.
Ribbon would get so angry, she would turn a bright red all over and start arguing or crying. That day, this sort of feud happened between the two again and the whole sewing basket complained of the racket. Oddball the ragged string would come out of his little pile of odds and ends to yell back at Ribbon and Scissors to “shut up.”
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Oddball complained, “I’m working on deciphering a code in this map I found the other day. Stop bothering me, or u two will regret it.”
Then Ribbon became curious, stopped babbling, and asked, “What map? Is it the one that the kids found yesterday? Is your map the one that the kids put into our sewing basket and forgot about it?”
“One and the same. The location of the buried treasure is very far, but a few days by boat should get us there. Unfortunately, I’m too old to go on these types of expeditions. Forget it then.” said, Oddball.
“Treasure? Real buried treasure? With pirate gold and jewels the size of frying pans? Wow! Hey, if you’re too old, then can I help you get the treasure?” said Ribbon.
“Well, first of all, you might be too young, Ribbon. And also, there might be many dangers along the way. Like fire-breathing dragons or pirates or hurricanes or…”
“There are no dragons on this earth, well, not that I know of…but I’ll be careful anyway! Please let me go. I’m sick of the same old routine everyday, with the admiring and the shouting. ”, interrupted Ribbon.
Then Scissors could not bear to be ignored and so she shouted, “Yes! Let the shrimp run away to follow myths so I can have some peace and quiet around here!”
Ribbon glared at her for a few moments, and then regained her happy look.
“So can I go? When am I leaving? Where should I go? Do I get the map you have? Can I go or not? Please, please, please say yes!” Ribbon vigorously hassled Oddball.
“Alright already! Ribbon you can go! Just stay out of my business next time and no more noise! I’m trying to work here, people!” yelled Oddball as he thrust the map into Ribbon’s outstretched arms and retreated slowly into his dingy rag pile.
At this, Scissors ran off to some other dark basket corner and left Ribbon in serene solitude. Ribbon immediately started to think of a good plan. She studied the map carefully. The big, black “X” was on a distant, tropical island. It seemed to her very far away, as the “X” was on the Island of the Komodo Dragons, where Ribbon was only in Vancouver, Canada. Ribbon wasn’t too sure if the island was full of real dragons or not, but she gathered her courage and went over her escape plan.
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There once was a very old woman. She was very adventurous and wanted to get away from her boring neighborhood. She took a cruise and was now skimming across the sea to go to Korea. She was sitting in a beach chair on the ship deck to suntan. You should know that this old woman was the sewing basket’s owner. The old woman had a habit of bringing her sewing basket with her wherever she went, so now it was lying in the sun behind her. Unfortunately, the old woman did not notice as something slipped out of the basket and fell into the frothing waves.
Ribbon was…well…a ribbon. She didn’t have to breathe or eat. All Ribbon wanted now was to see the welcoming sunlight again and to stop sinking into the blurry depths of the unforgiving blue ocean. Now Ribbon had studied the map carefully and had memorized it my heart. The map was brittle and had signs of aging. Ribbon had had the map carefully tied in with her, but as she plunged into the beating waves, the map disintegrated in the salty sea, leaving Ribbon with only a tight knot in her middle. With this knot, she began to sink faster into the dark beyond of the ocean. Ribbon tried not to panic, but the looming wall of doom reached out to meet her faster and faster. Then she saw a pair of gleaming teeth right in front of her. She closed her eyes, wishing that she should not have jumped into the waves, but instead spent more time thinking of another way to get the treasure.
The hammerhead shark was considerably older, wiser, and definitely larger than the old woman who owned the sewing basket. Sharks have been around here for ages and lived with the oldest dinosaurs, thus passing down their secret hunting tricks to the younger generations. Whack saw a blue, purplish object and knew immediately that it wasn’t food. Besides, he ate already and was quite bloated. It also looked like seaweed or kelp, and everyone knows that sharks are not vegetarians. There it was, the purple seaweed dancing with the waves and the swarms of glowing plankton in the dim sunlight. He then realized that pieces of runaway seaweed couldn’t possibly have huge knots tied in their middles, so Whack went closer to the curious object to investigate.
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Ribbon opened her eyes and saw that she wasn’t sinking anymore. In fact, she was fortunate to have been caught into an ocean current. Now she was speeding through the waters quite nicely. She began to relax. Ribbon thought: If I wasn’t in danger of sinking, then this underwater surfing would be quite fun! She forgot all her happiness as a dark shadow was coming for her. Ribbon closed her eyes again.
“Well how do you do? What in tarnations are you, an eel? Well then you would be the most purtiest eel Ah’ve ever seen in mah entire darned life as a hammerhead shark!”
Ribbon popped her eyes open in surprise. This shark did indeed look frightening but he was very friendly. She thought: Maybe he’s playing with me, as cats play with their food before they eat the mice. Oh wait…his tummy looks so full it’s about to burst! I suppose he ate already…well no worries here!
Ribbon greeted Whack, “Hi…um…oh great hammerhead shark. I am Ribbon. What’s your name?”
“Oh Ah almost forgit mah name! Ah’m called Whack, as in Whack-ah-mole…but there ain’t no dirt-diggahs living een da sea to chews on are there? Ah was kidding, seriously. Ah’m so stuffed from crayfishys dat Ah think Ah’m gonna darn blow up this whole ocean! Mah poor, poor tummy hurts now! But enuff ‘bout mee…wat ‘bout yooh? Watcha doin’ ‘round dese pawrts?” Whack grinned weakly.
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Ribbon felt the imaginary needle on the imaginary danger meter rush down to the imaginary safe zone. Forget about the danger meter! The sea around her was real and so was her rescuer! Then she thoughtfully added: This shark must be very old and must have teeth problems. He is speaking very strangely!
She answered his question politely, “I’m trying to swim. The “frolicking in the waves” move and my “Go where the ocean takes me” plan aren’t working for me at all! Teach me how to get through the sea, and hurry! The Sun is going down and I can’t see at night. Please, please, please! I need your help badly.”
“Well ain’t dat nice? BUT IT’S WRONG! Sharks don’t help lil wibbons and stuff or decorations or bracelets for wimmin. But you could help me n’ maybe I could help you learn to swim. Why dontcha call in a clunkin’ boat to get you where yoohs needa bein, misseys? Ah’ve be tickled pink all over if yah would (and yooh should) help me! So whadayah say? Bargain or no?”
“Yes…I’ll help you… Whatever it is that you need help with. Now you have to tow me to shore or teach me to swim. Your choice. ”
“Ah would like sum disserrt after all dat humongous dinnah Ah ate jus’ now! Can yah find me sum clam? I’ll help you swim but no towin’! Not with this fat stomach of a whale!”
Ribbon sighed in relief. The shark would have eaten her if she wouldn’t have been purple or without a knot in her middle. Which reminded her…
“Yo, Whack! Can you also help me out of this knot I’m in? I know that you have probably never gotten tied into a knot , but I can tell you that it’s quite uncomfortable. ”
“Course. Ah’ll get you outta dat darned knot in ah jiffy…”said Whack as he sharpened his teeth against a nearby rock.
Ribbon prepared herself and gingerly leaned over, waiting for his ivory teeth to come slashing down on her and tearing her to bits. She didn’t feel anything. She looked at herself and realized that she was only two inches shorter than her regular length. Then Whack told her, “Well Ah’m done with yoohur surgeree! Ah onlee cut off bits of the knot n picked out an end. Den Ah sort of straightened owt your frazzled ends. Now mah teeth are all frizzy wif yoohur stringy stuff. I cain’t tok right no more!”
Ribbon thanked him enthusiastically for helping her out of the knot. Then she began to take swimming lessons from Whack.
“A one two one two! Swing your backside! Yeah dat’s it, your getting it! Keep swinging those hips to make a tail thingamabobber. And then you can be as free as a flying fish! That is, until I eat you of course hehehe…but I’m on a ribbon-free diet, so no worries here!”
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Ribbon swam and rocked her makeshift tail all around; until she saw that making a sort of all-around fan motion propelled herself farthest and conserved more energy. Now she felt at ease for the first time in this journey. Ribbon started to play with the waves, while strengthening her “tail” by going against the current. Whack floated on his back nearby, exposing his soft belly, watching Ribbon swim around the area. Then Ribbon took off when she was ready. Whack waved to her and shouted that he wanted clams.
Ribbon leaped in and out of the cool, blue water to refresh her self. She saw some glittering objects in the faraway sea sand and went over to examine them more closely. The tiny clams scattered the surfaces of the sea sand. Some of them were open and revealed something shiny. Now these were not oysters, even though there were glittering secrets in these clams. In fact, these were crystals, derived from the volcanic ash around the clams. Long ago, there was an earthquake that rocked the oceans and a huge explosion that spread thousands of miniscule ash particles into the clean air, creating a dust cloud. Ribbon did not know the history or the facts, but the black sands that she was swimming near, were the exact spots of that long extinct volcano. There was still lava underneath the shifting sands and made the area unbearably hot.
Little did Ribbon know that the clams were special, in a bad way. Also Whack had forgotten to warn her about this place. Ribbon was to go past the seaweed cliff, left of the drop-off, and down under the dancing narwhals, but he remembered too late. Now Ribbon was getting too close to the Shining Clams, while they beckoned to her with seemingly solid hands of light. These dangerous clams were carnivorous, and even ate things that weren’t meat, like tin cans and large rubber tires. A ribbon, the clams thought, would be very satisfying indeed to our ever growling stomachs.
As Ribbon inched toward the clams and the crystals of light, the clams clung to her fabric hungrily. Confused, the clams let go. They thought that Ribbon would have tasted wonderful; instead she tasted like the most horrid, disgusting piece of trash ever possible to swim in the sea. Ribbon noticed that the clams had their tongues hanging out of them and just realized that she must have smelled terrible, because she hadn’t had a bath for a whole half week now. Even in the seawater, she still smelled like some revolting animal.
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She forgot about it quickly and grabbed a few pretty crystals when the clams started to faint because of her smell. The area of the black sands around Ribbon were awfully warm, but the crystals she held in a fold of her material were unusually chilly. She hung onto the precious gems and breathed in the cool air bubbles that were forming around them. Ribbon thought the clams were oysters, so she didn’t retrieve them for Whack’s dessert. In fact she took a sea anemone, thought it was pretty, and put it on herself to try to look like a glamorous mermaid. Then she made herself look like a Hawaiian dancer with seaweed as a skirt, coral for a necklace and various fish scales clinking together on her skirt.
By mostly luck and a little bit of direction help from the suburb fish, Ribbon wandered past the seaweed cliff, left of the drop-off, and down under the dancing narwhals. The seaweed cliff was a large undersea mountain covered with seaweed on its jagged rock protrusions. It was so large that no normal fish could miss it. Ribbon, as you already know, was not a fish, and so she didn’t know that the big mountain she passed was the seaweed cliff. She asked many fish for directions because she wanted to find clams. Luckily, this was a clam-loving fish community, and so they guided her to the clam grounds. When Ribbon gazed at the piles and mounds of clams, she started gathering many clams for Whack. Then she began to hurry back.
Whack sat on his big undersea rock, waiting for Ribbon to return with an armful of clams. He started to daydream about clam with seaweed soup, clam between seaweed sandwiches, and just plain clam wrapped in seaweed. He would use the clam shells to sharpen or to pick his teeth after various dinners. He then got lost in his clammy fantasy, waiting for Ribbon’s safe return.
Ribbon saw Whack drooling all over himself and decided to sneak up on him. She sprung up from behind Whack and exclaimed, “BOO!” as loud as she could, but to no avail. Old Whack the hammerhead shark was still thinking about his clams. Then Ribbon started throwing clams at him. That did the trick because Whack smelled many a clam and began to gobble them up. Then he put sea urchin meat, crushed seaweed, anemones’ tentacles, and barnacle juice into a rock bowl and mixed the clam meat into the strange assortment. Then Whack churned everything with his big wide fins and made “clam chowder”. He smacked his lips and dug in. Ribbon bonked him on the head and still didn’t get any “thank you’s” from Whack so she threw several clam shells at him to get his attention.
As Whack said his thanks, he told Ribbon that he had to return home. Ribbon watched him as he retreated into the distance. Then Ribbon felt sorrow at losing such a good friend. She wished she could meet up with Whack someday in her life again. Then Ribbon felt something was nudging into her side. She looked down and saw the crystals. The truth dawned on her. The crystals were the treasure! Ribbon wouldn’t have to really find the treasure. The map had fell to pieces when she first set out to look for treasure and she couldn’t remember what and where she was supposed to go. All she remembered was the faraway imaginary voice of Whack telling her that she should’ve gotten a boat. A BOAT! That was it! She needed to find a boat and get back to her rightful place in the sewing basket. But where can I find a boat?, thought Ribbon.
Ribbon had gained much knowledge over the past few days. She realized that beauty is just as important as using her head. She also realized that she could think better than Oddball or Scissors can. Thinking of the old memories brought the tears trickling down her face and Ribbon started to think of another plan. And this time, she thought, it involves clams.
“Welcome to ABC News. An odd sight was reported today when a fisherman said that he saw a hammerhead shark with a fishing pole stuck to its back. The fishing pole was reported to have been baited with several clams. The fisherman also told our reporters that the shark had a ribbon tied to the fishing pole. He said, ‘It was as if the ribbon was leading that shark to where it wanted to be! It’s the most unusual thing I’ve ever seen!’ This hammerhead shark has been tracked into Canada, where very few hammerhead sharks even go near because of the colder climates. Next, we will explain about a surgical disturbance about a teaspoon stuck in a patient. We’ll be right back after these messages.”