My 6 year old nephew Cashel dictated the following stories to his mother, as she feverishly scribbled it down, then typed it out, and sent it out to all of us who love Cashel.
Here are Cashel’s stories, written word for word as he told them. Peter Jackson should option these ideas now, while he still has the chance.
Cashel’s Stories
Garl
Garl used to work for the Killer. But when Garl was mixing a potion because the Killer got a bad eye. And the potion was to make one of those thingys that have the glasses with the rope and they go on your eye. (Ed: I believe the reference here is to a monacle.) But Garl made a mistake and while he was mixing it he knocked over a potion and the glass bottle fell in. Garl was so surprised that his hand swung down into the potion, but it was hot hot hot. Then he went to get a bandage but the chemical z potion, its color just faded away, so the Killer didn’t know that he had the wrong kind of eyeglass. Now he has the most powerful eyeglass [monacle] in the world. He is mad at Garl because he wanted a plain one. Now the Killer has been hunting down Garl to make him toast!
Shadow
Shadow was really just a plain kid. But then when Light Man grabbed him from Dark World, he fell into the Halls of Darkness and then he got circles around his eyes. Then he got super powers and all the people wanted to come see him, and he wanted to get away, so he got away to earth with his super powers. His super powers are a mystery. He has dark monsters that grab people that eat em and they go into Shadow’s powers, but he has much more super powers that are a mystery, it’s like a crack mystery except not soft. Then there were a lot of dark clothes on the ground and he had brought his chemistry set with him. He dipped some potions onto the clothes, he stuck them together, then with the last strike, he took one potion and a few strips of clothes were transformed into an armored helmet. Then 18 years later he met Garl. But the people from Dark World have been trying to find him for a thousand years. On Dark World you can live much longer. When he met Garl they started fighting together. Shadow was Garl’s sidekick.
The Killer
I can’t think of a story for the Killer so I’m going to skip over to Glop.
Glop
Glop was created by Sintizu. And now he’s been trying to stomp down good guys for years and that’s the end. This is a really short story.
Pretty good, but I’ve got one question…
Who’s going to play Garl?
There is more to Garl than meets the eye.
At first I thought: He’s a bit of a blundering idiot: He keeps messing up – he knocks over potions, he burns his hand … He’s working for “The Killer” and he’s a mess!
But then I see that Garl is powerful enough to have a sidekick, and they “fight together’.
Cast list to be considered accordingly…
Before I forget, how does he like that telescope you guys got him for xmas?
Toddk-
You’re so sweet for remembering! I am sure he will grow into it. It’s just not his thing right now – because it requires stillness and contemplation. Cashel is all about make-believe and running up and down hallways making explosion sounds. But I’m sure eventually he will get into it – he has always loved space.
Those are great. Be sure to tell him we’re all waiting for the next installment.
My son is 5 and has an imagination (as pronounced by Spongebob – immmmaaaaagggiiiinnnnnaaaatttiiioon) a lot like Cashel’s. His stories never cease to amaze me but I never had the presence of mind of record them. I should really start saving these for when he’s older or at least teach him how to type!
Paul –
Oh yeah, you gotta capture these gems down! If for no other reason, than to humiliate him when he gets too big for his britches at 15!!
I’m such an archivist – I have to hold back from chasing Cashel around with a tape recorder – and just ENJOY his company!
Oh and let’s not forget –
That Cashel is the one who, at 4 years old, suddenly looked up seriously at Grandma Peggy and said, bluntly, “There’s a responsibility that I have.”
She waited.
He went on, “It’s called ‘I love you.'”
Your nephew’s stories are amazing! What an imagination. I’m hoping my niece (who is 3) will get out of her current fascination with poop and boobies. I was watching Monty Python with my father one day and Ceili walked into the room and saw a Terry Gilliam cartoon on the TV. Before my father could change the channel, Ceili caught a naughty eyeful and then provided her own narration: “Oh she has BIG boobies! Hey, they cracked!” (it was one of those twisted cartoons where a naked woman’s breasts enlarged like balloons and then popped). Hours later, Ceili had given the cracked boobies names complete with a plot involving powder of some sort It’s a little discouraging but hopefully she’ll focus on less vulgar subject matter in the future. I guess I can take some comfort in the fact that in her nightly prayers, she sweetly thanks God for ketchup, french fries and milk shakes. Don’t we all? :)
Did Ceili see the Super Bowl (or should I call it the Boob Bowl) by any chance?
If Ceili saw the halftime show and commented on it, I haven’t heard about it yet. Of course, my sister could either a) still be laughing too hard to pick up the phone or b) too mortified to tell anyone about her 3-year-old’s crass commentary.
Lotta potential here. I’m picturing Garl as the blundering hero-type a la Peter Sellers/Inspector Clouseau with Shadow the Sidekick jumping out of closets.
I see the O’Malley’s are ALL story-tellers.
Shadow the Sidekick …
God, Cashel kills me. It’s so damn funny! He’s definitely got the Irish story-telling gene…
Way to go, Cashman! My favorite is, “Shadow was really just a plain kid” ! And Shintizu?! Where the heck did that come from? Fabulous!
Hunter –
I know… the “Shadow was just a plain kid” kind of cracked my heart a little bit!
Sheila;
Krissy and I are reading the Tales of Cashel right now…it kills us…all of dah ATL (that’s ghetto for Atlanta, by the way- it’s a city in the deep South- fear us) right now loves us some Cashman!
Love you and hope that you’re well,
Hunter