The Whale and the Mermaid. Part I

Here is part one of an amazing story by the one and only Sarah. Enjoy!

Once upon a time there were two friends. One was a whale and the other was a mermaid. The whale’s name was Quinndle; she was a happy little whale who enjoyed writing her newsletter, “The Daily Krill”, which she printed on sand dollars. The mermaid’s name was Nimblina and she enjoyed helping Quinndle with her newsletter. They had many whale, mermaid, dolphin and other sea friends who loved to read “The Daily Krill”. In fact, so many people loved “The Daily Krill” that Quinndle was almost on her one-thousandth edition! The one-thousandth edition was going to be absolutely marvelous. Nimblina was even planning a surprise party for after its publication.

Leumas the Troll

Almost everyone in the ocean was excited about the one-thousandth edition. I say almost because there was one creature in the ocean that didn’t want the one-thousandth edition to be published. This was the meanest creature in the whole sea: Leumas the underwater troll. Leumas was good friends with Quinndle. The person he had a problem with was Nimblina, the kind mermaid princess. The strange thing was that she had really done nothing wrong; Leumas just started hating her one Tuesday and tried to destroy her happiness from that point on. Now, Leumas was glad that Quinndle’s newspaper was successful. His problem was that Nimblina would be writing almost half of “The Daily Krill”. To make things worse, every creature in the ocean was going to love Nimblina even more after she threw her congratulatory party. If that happened then no one would ever agree with Leumas when he started bullying Nimblina for no reason. 

Leumas reasoned that the only way to fracture Nimblina’s friendships would be to stop her party from happening. To stop the party, he would have to stop publication and frame Nimblina. Leumas went directly into his dark, urchin-infested cave and began plotting.

While Leumas plotted, Quinndle and Nimblina were busy writing the best edition of “The Daily Krill” ever. When Nimblina went home to her palace, she was again busy. She spent all night sending out invitations, calling Crustacean Catering and emailing Flounder Florists. She was so tired that night that she slept until noon the next day (Saturday). Quinndle got worried about her and called her several times. Nimblina was so fast asleep that she didn’t notice her shellphone ringing!

Quinndle ran into Leumas on her way to lunch at Seaweed Sushi.

“Oh Leumas! I’m so concerned! Nimblina hasn’t answered any of my calls. I tried going to the palace to see her, but the guards wouldn’t let me in because Nimblina didn’t tell them I was coming! Do you think she’s mad at me?”

Leumas frowned with false concern and said, “That was YOU she’s mad at? I heard her talking to someone last night, saying the most awful things! I’d give her some space if I were you. Until she sorts out her problems, why don’t you spend some time with me?”

Quinndle and Leumas spent the whole day together. Quinndle didn’t suspect that the troll was lying or plotting. They even spent the next day (Sunday) together. Quinndle thought their friendship was gaining strength.

That evening, when Quinndle and Leumas parted, Leumas didn’t go back to his hideous abode. He instead went to Quinndle’s Krill headquarters. He snuck in and started deleting all of the files of the one-thousandth edition. He ripped up all of the prints and left the following note:

Dear Quinndle,

       You should learn to be nicer to me. The next time I’m hungary YOU should buy ME lunch instead of making ME buy YOU lunch. And more importantly, I think that I should have a bigger part in the next edition of  “The Daily Krill”. You disgust me. I hope you never publish your one-thousandth edition. You. Are. The. Worst.

-Nimblina

The next morning, Quinndle woke up and went to work. She opened the door like she always did and sat at her desk. When she looked up at her computer, she didn’t see a login screen, but a note. She read the note and searched frantically through her files. Sadly, she couldn’t find the files of the one-thousandth edition. Nimblina walked in, smiling as usual. She noticed Quinndle was upset and swam quickly over to her.

            “What’s wrong Quinndle?”

            “YOU are asking ME? Look at what you’ve done!”

            “What are you talking about?”

            “You didn’t answer my calls because I didn’t buy you lunch. And then you go and destroy OUR hard work. I thought we were better friends than that”

            “Quinndle, I honestly have no idea what you’re talking about. Did someone erase our files?”

            “Yes—YOU”

            “What are you talking about? I’m calling the police”

Twenty seconds later Helena the Sea Horse spy had appeared. She looked at Quinndle and said, “Tell me the crime. Show me the evidence.”

            Quinndle told Helena what happened and showed her the note. Helena asked Nimblina to write out a short statement. Confused, Nimblina wrote out:

Quinndle,

You should be nicer to me.

-Nimblina

Helena matter of factly said, “This note isn’t even close to Nimblina’s handwriting! AND I know that Nimblina would never write ‘Hungary’ instead of ‘Hungry’”.  Quinndle immediately began apologizing to Nimblina. Nimblina forgave her and the two asked if Helena could find out who did destroy the files. Helena said she was on the case and swam off.

            “But what are we going to do about the one-thousandth edition?” Said Quinndle

            “Don’t worry! I always save a copy of important documents to my email”

            “Wow Nimblina! You’re the best! Now we can publish “The Daily Krill” tomorrow!”

And so the two friends went forth with their writing.