Steamy the Steam-man

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STEAMY THE STEAM-MAN

Marcus Holland** with Carolyn Cornell Holland

You’ve probably heard of Frosty the Snowman. But I’ll bet you never heard about Steamy the Steam-man.

STEAMMAN e

Steamy lives in Brazil. Around the time that Christmas is celebrated in Cleveland, Ohio, the temperature in Brazil can reach 100 degrees Fahrenheit (37.7 degrees Celsius). In northeastern United States it’s winter, but south of the equator it is summer.

Steamy is made out of hot cooking pots. This is because steam needs to be contained. Sometimes when steamy falls he breaks a little bit of his pots and steam flows out like its blood. One day, while he walked down the street, he fell over a rock.

“Oh, no! My armpot is cracked!”

Then Steamy began to be steanemic*. Steamy managed to get into a yard in a nearby neighborhood. A family of cheetahs lived in that house. Chicato, one of the ten cheetah children spotted Steamy. He yelled for his mom. Mrs. Cheetah called the doctor when she saw Steamy lying on the ground. The doctor said to bring Steamy to the Seasonal Hospital. The waiting room had several seats. Steamy and Chicato started to jump on a large chair. The doctor caught them. He told Steamy and Mrs. Cheetah “No more Steam-men—or Cheetahs—jumping on the chairs.”

Steamy needed to get fixed so he could visit his cousin Frosty in Cleveland. Cleveland is way north of the equator. Frosty already had his Eskimo clothing. It was well insulated to keep the cold out.

It was important that Steamy’s arm be repaired. He and Frosty had plans to visit the 2010 Winter Olympics in Vancouver, Canada. He had to leave Brazil in mid-January to get to Canada in early February. They were especially interested in the hockey and skating competitions.

The doctor needed metal to repair Steamy’s arm. However, he didn’t have the specific kind of metal needed for Steamy’s armpot, so he had to call the kitchen for a different type pot. They had a perfect pot for Steamy’s arm. The doctor had to do some surgery. The doctor sent steamy to the surgeon. They did some surgery. Steamy was fine. He finished packing his Eskimo clothing.

Steamy needed a heated airline so he wouldn’t freeze. On the plane Steamy went to the bathroom to put on his protective clothing.

No one wanted to sit next to Steamy because they thought he looked ugly.

Finally the plane landed. He got out. Frosty was outside the plane waiting for Steamy. It was about an hour before the plane to Vancouver would take off. Steamy and Frosty ate and talked at a Wendy’s.

Finally they boarded the plane and flew to Vancouver. They found the arena and watched all of the skating events.

After the events they each arrived home safely. By then Steamy’s arm had healed.

The End

NOTES:

*steanemic  (Stee-a-nee-mik) means not enough steam to maintain a steam-man’s life functions

** Marcus Holland, 8, lives in Cleveland Heights, Ohio. He likes to write stories and edits writing with his grandmother, Carolyn Cornell Holland.

 

 

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About carolyncholland

In several if my nine lives I have been a medical lab technician and a human service worker specializing in child day care, adoptions and family abuse. Currently I am a photo/journalist/writer working on a novel and a short story. My general writings can be viewed at www.carolyncholland.wordpress.com. My novel site is www.intertwinedlove.wordpress.com.
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2 Responses to Steamy the Steam-man

  1. Grace ) & Fred) Wells says:

    2nd generation writer at work !

    Like

  2. merry101 says:

    Another writer in the family!

    Like

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