I am a proud papa

I am a proud papa. Check out what Max wrote yesterday morning with 15 minutes before his writing class assignment was due. 15 minutes, 675 words. I couldn't do this:

Max Bethke, January 25th, 2016:

This is a story about a Fan. No not a Human fan but a regular old ceiling fan. This fan was named Bob, Bob was a regular old fan with a bronze copper paint around the middle part. The fan was decorated with some fancy details. The ceiling blended with the bronze with its wood coloring. Bob lived in a regular motel down the street from the fancy apartments that his friends live at. Bob never really had been used ever. He's been in a new motel for just 2 weeks now and people are starting to move in. One of them was wearing a cat T-Shirt, Ripped jeans, and combat boots. The other in a nice tuxedo, He was holding a kennel with a cat inside. The sat down at the not-so-new bed and opened the cage. The cat came out as a red ginger gleaming in the sunlight coming from the cracked window. After a while it became night (For a ceiling fan time goes pretty fast) The cat wasn’t falling asleep though. The cat tried to climb up to the fan switches. He knocked the fan switch up and boom. Bob was starting to rotate, He felt so energetic. Like he had an adrenaline rush right there. He never felt so excited in his life! He wanted to take the whole world on him. He had this rush until the next day. When the tuxedo man came over to close the fan. Bob had a “sugar crash” and felt gloomy for the rest of the day.

Bob was so jealous of his fans across the street. They can see each other through the windows but they talk through the power circuits. Sending electrical pulses in forms of secret languages. They weren’t very creative when it comes to talking. They usually talk about specs and if you’ve been used recently. Another Guest came in after the couple left. He was wearing casual rock and roll clothes and was sweating. He immediately turned Bob on. Bob started to have his rush again but when he did he saw something. At the very glimpse of his eye. A fire, starting across the street. He forced all his will to turn the other way. Eventually the spinning stopped. He stared across the street. He saw that a crash has happened and a fire is leading to across the street.

Bob started to swing his gyroscopic component to release him. The guest was very confused and stared blankly. Bob swung so fast that he broke through the window and landed on a hay bed… *Convenient* Bob spoke to himself. He needed to go into the 3rd floor before the fire reaches it first. He started to spin. He wasn’t connected but he felt like the fan god was giving him energy.

He started to roll, Policemen and firemen rushed out of Bob's way to make sure they don't become shushi. Bob rolled right into the second floor and turned, he rolled up the stairs chasing the smoke. The fan was relaying messages to his friend but no reply, He was afraid it was too late. But that didn’t stop him. He rolled all the way up to the third floor breaking his fan wings. He trembled and crew in pain but he kept rolling. He finally reached the room of his friend and saw that he was too late. His friend was gone completely taken out of sight. He rolled once more towards the window to see if his friend came out. And there he saw his fan friend. Rolling away in a dumpster truck. He charged straight through the window breaking all of his fan wings and cried in pain. He has never felt so alive in his life without power. Clunk! Bob fell right on the dumpster truck and saw his friend. He stared at his friend, Bob ran out of power, full of pain, and was no longer functional. He spoke one last thing to his friend. But that's another story to tell...

Originally posted on Facebook on January 26, 2016.