Recently we went to bonfire and fireworks night. Originally this celebration was called “Guy Fawkes day,” and it celebrates the protestants capturing Guy Fawkes and burning him. Guy Fawkes was part of the failed Gunpowder Plot of 1605. He was in charge of the gunpowder set under the the Parliament House to blow it up. They wanted to blow up the Parliament House and put different people in charge.
I made up a story about Guy Fawkes from his perspective.
Guy Fawkes.
And the… sugar.
From the proper perspective…
Please note that this is a fictional story and all real history is just a coincidence.
“Finally we’re here! Are all the bags in?” I ask Denis. “Yes! We still may be able to make the cake!” he answers. I look back at the bags of sugar that we just stuffed through the window, “Do you think that will be enough?” I ask “Stop worrying!” He exclaims. I smile “sorry”. Denis and I have been working for the cook at parliament house for 14 years. Today is the re-opening of parliament and cook wants to make a cake. Before we got permission to make the man-sized cake the guests started to arrive. When we got permission most of the guests were already in the parliament house. Obviously, no one could see us bringing in the supplies so we had to sneak them in. We already have milk, eggs, and chocolate; Cook is only waiting for this sugar. We are in the cook’s storage room. I look back out the window hidden from the outside by a tree. I notice the string sticking out the window. “Nice touch Dave we would not have been able to find the widow without. It” I think. Denis yells, “people coming hide!” I run behind a stack of dried meat but just before I get there my foot caches on some of the sting and I trip. I raise my torch to get a better look and see the string wrapped around my feet. I get it untangled and decide that the danger has passed. When I look at the sting my anger flares up and I yell at it, “stupid string! I could light you on fire blow you up! You would be charcoal!” in my anger I do not notice the soldiers come in. When I do notice them it is already too late. They rip the string from my hands and one of them shouts at me pointing to the end of the string on top of one of the sugar bags. “you were going to blow up parliament house with those bags of gunpowder?” I am shocked “I-We-Sugar! It is sugar!” the other guard said “what do you need sugar for?” I turn to him, “We are just making a cake for the opening of parliament!” The first guard laughs “yeah right! It was decided that there would be no cake ”. "But-" he interrupts my complaint, "well we did say yes originally but we changed our minds."
Of course when I get to the interrogators; the cook and all my friends decide not to help me or even hint that my “made up story” is true. I think I may have to confess to something that I did not do...
The End
