Home Is Where My Bells Are

This morning I woke up to the sound of the tinkerbell, it shines for a bit and then disappears, and its little noises wake me up. I think tinkerbell is the most peaceful bell there is, it’s tiny and sparkly.
 I went to the to see if we still have some of that really delicious bread my mom made in our new wooden oven yesterday, it smelled so good that I wanted to eat the whole loaf, but I had to share with mom and dad. especially dad, he’s been looking a bit sad after the bigbell visited us, she’s a very bad firework bell every time she visits we hear a big BOOM! and everyone starts calling the name of god to keep her away! dad got once bitten by bigbell, he came back with his nose covered in blood, seems like she’s got big fangs.

Maybe I should introduce myself, I am a boy. I won’t tell you my name cause I think names are a strange way to meet people. I live in bell-land, it’s a very big land, we have everything!
 Forests, tress, we’re close to the sea and not far from mountains, we’re very happy here!
 I live with mom and dad, they don’t understand how happy bell-land is, they’re always counting our coins and talking about leaving bell-land, I don’t want to leave bell-land because all the bells are here, and so are all my toys and good-smelling bread loafs!
 Actually, one day there weren’t any bells, mom says. she said they’re around only in the time of crisis. I don’t believe her, ever since I was little there were tinkerbells at least! I mean I’m only five years old it can’t be that there’s been a crisis for five years!
 When I was three mom took me to the kindergarten across the street, everyday at least two tinkerbells, one bigbell and three crossbells went by- crossbells are the most dangerous type of bells, you can’t see them, you can only hear them. They’re dangerous “if they get in the hands of the bellfighters” my kindergarten teacher said. Which was another reason for me to hate names, I couldn’t spell bellfighter’s name! it was too long! and because they visited us everyday with container-trapped bells, they used to scare my teachers, and mom couldn’t take me to kindergarten anymore.
 Now I spend my day eating good-smelling loaf and counting the bells, I think I heard 23 tinkerbells today, and 15 and 15 big bells.I can’t count more than 15, you see. because when my teacher was teaching us to count a bigbell arrived and she had to stop to take us away from the bigbell. every day now mom tries to teach me to count more than 15 I forget and mom starts crying, I hate seeing her cry because she’s so beautiful. so now I’ve been trying really hard and I can count until 17! But that’s still not what 15 and 15 is.
 lightbell gives us light in the house for an hour a day, that’s when I get to see TV shows, lightbell is very old you see, and all the bells hate her, so every time she gives us the light the bigbell starts getting angry, and after a little while, lightbell stops it.
 the only thing not controlled by bells is my toys, they don’t depend on the bell’s mood, I can play bell-wars with my toys whenever I want. I really like them first I build houses with legos and then I hold a muppet and tell her that she’s the bigbell. then she destroys the house and kisses all the small children. she then bites all the bell fighters, but my bell fighters are much bigger so they bite her back and it goes on and on! my fortress is just imaginary though don’t worry! in the real world nobody hurts no one! even when dad got bitten it was just an accident. sometimes I wish I had a brother or a sister to tell all of this, but my mother says it’s too expensive, I think it’s all about the coins, I wish they were enough.

Anyways, I have to go, seems like a big bell is coming to my house because mom started closing the window blinds and soon dad is going to carry me to the basement to avoid bigbell.
 I will talk to you when I get there!