Creative Story: Neolithic Park

A Short Story composed by:

Reagan B
Honors English II
Mrs. Coultas - 3
August 16, 1993

"Thanks for that update, Bob," said the aged anchor person. His voice
was rough and deep, as though he had been to sea recently and had taken home a
throat lined with thick salt water. He sounded too serious, but friendly enough
to be a local newscaster for a maximum audience of perhaps 20,000 bored stiff
eyes. "And now we have a related story about the new sporting goods store here
in Sidney. Nan Johnstone is there live. Nan?"
"Yes, Phil. Thanks." Nan was an aged person as well, who doubled as
the station's investigative reporter and local happening's person. Her voice
was about as clear as Phil's. It sounded nasal and rusty, as though she had
been talking her whole life and was about ready to give it up for good. "I'm
here at what is now officially the largest hunting and fishing goods store in
the world. Cabela's will be opening tomorrow afternoon at three o'clock, and
the management is expecting nearly half the population of Sidney to show up for
the grand opening event. In the past few nights, we have been bringing you
related stories because of the incredible economic impact that Cabela's will
have and already has had in our area. As you know, 2,000 people out of the
Sidney area's 10,000 are already employed by Cabela's. That number is, of course,
expected to rise in the months and years to come. The story we bring you
tonight concerns the last step in completion of the 400 acre store and
surrounding grounds. Today, over 700 stuffed animals arrived from an eminent
taxidermist in northern California, and crews were immediately sent to work
arranging 300 of the stuffed beasts in a brilliant display against the dividing
wall in the center of the store. They let me take a sneak preview of the
arrangement earlier, and it is incredible. Even if you're not planning to
purchase anything tomorrow, the animals make it worth your trip. One may find
the other 400 creatures on display throughout the store. They will be shown
either one at a time with tape-recorded sounds of them and their habitat or they
will be shown in groups. The main exhibit is arranged between the tents on
display and the clothing section, and although pictures are not yet allowed from
within the store, postcards will be available from any of the cash registers or
from other points around Cabela's. We hope to see you all there tomorrow.
"Thank you, Nan. We'll be there. It looks like it is going to be a
very nice grand opening tomorrow at Cabela's. And speaking of very nice, here
is Scott with the weather update."
"Thanks, Phil. It was a beautiful day today, and tomorrow, at least
until about six o'clock, we can expect the same. Tomorrow evening, there will
be a severe thunderstorm warning, as well as a tornado warning for the Sidney
area. The conditions look to me like we could have a tornado come right through
town, but let's keep our fingers crossed until then . . . "
The TV screen abruptly went blank via the remote control on the other
side of the room. A young man, about sixteen, sat in a large, brown chair on
the far side of the room, mechanically flipping the remote control over and over
in his hands. He stood to about six feet tall and was about average weight. "I
think we're going to go over there about four o'clock tomorrow." He spoke in a
clear, intelligible, resonant voice. The tone suggested maturity of character
and a quiet, serious disposition.
"That's fine, Brian. Just let me know if you need a ride out there,"
said his mother, a woman of about forty. "I don't think I'll be able to go
tomorrow myself, but maybe I'll stop by the next day or the day after that.
Just let me know what your plans are."
"OK, mom. I'll let you know. Goodnight, now."
Brian stood up from his chair and walked into his bedroom, where he
immediately picked up the phone and dialed Chris's number. "Chris? Hey, what's
"Hey, Bri. Not much." Chris's voice was higher than Brian's, and did
not sound as mature or as intelligent. At first impression, one would see Chris
as very outgoing, yet possibly even too gregarious. "You hear anything about
"That's what I was calling you about."
"Huh-Huh... That's cool." Chris attempted an impression of Beavis and
Butthead, but