The Heads and Tails of Mount Rushmore
By: Amir, 4th grade
Teddy Roosevelt was a naturalist. He had established Yellowstone National Park. There were monuments in Washington D.C. honoring Jefferson, Lincoln, Washington and an arts center honoring Kennedy. But there was nothing honoring Teddy.
Why was this? Maybe it was because Teddy loved nature and he did not want a statue of him to be built upon it? Truly, it was because there was one more monument to be built. This monument was not meant for Washington D.C. but for the Black Hills of South Dakota.
“Jerry, pass the carving tool! Once I finish Jefferson’s wig we are done here!” a worker said.
Jerry reluctantly passed over carving tool.
Hours later, the men disappeared as unnoticeable as they had come and the brand-new Mount Rushmore stood in a misty garb.
At that moment something happened. It was not large; no human could possibly ever see it. The waterfall in the distance kept running; time didn’t stop. It was just that Lincoln carved on the rock forehead wrinkled.
But then an even more curious thing happened. Again, it was barley noticeable, but it happened. In a voice lower than a whisper Lincoln said:
“Is this supposed to be heaven? I never knew it was so rocky!”
Back in Washington D.C., everything was not alright. Somebody had stolen The Bill of Rights and (according to rumors) was going to try to burn it. A Senator said to a newspaper reporter:
‘Chaos has struck Washington D.C.; even bigger than World War II. Right now we need a true hero greater than Spiderman or Superman, someone with a true heart.’
He then broke out in tears.
‘The United States Government is coming to an end!” he sobbed and time seemed to come to a halt.
Nestled in the one of the many hotels in Washington D.C. was a person whose heart was as shady as the sunglasses she wore.
“Excuse me,” she said to the receptionist, “I need to go to the Library if Congress.”
“It’s closed due to the missing Bill of Rights,” the receptionist replied.
“Take a look at this!” the lady said and handed the receptionist a thin sliver thing, covered in leather.
The receptionist put on her spectacles, examined the object, and nodded.
“Um, Mr. whoever-you-are could you move over! You’re squashing me!” Lincoln pleaded vexingly.
“Instead of addressing me by Mr. whoever-you-are, please would you call me Theodore Roosevelt?”
“Who cares,” Lincoln said impatiently “Now scoot over!”
“Well, my dear man I can’t scoot over for there is some stranger beside me.” Theodore said “But I have a plan.”
“If you give me a little nudge I will fall down to the ground and you can scoot over.”
Ok!” said Lincoln and he nudged Theodore.
The rock (rather face) went tumbling down. But just before the rock touched the ground, the rock melted away into sand. Instead of a rock touching the ground, the full-body of Theodore Roosevelt, as good as new, set foot on it. Lincoln above had his mouth opened in envy and awe.
In minutes, the shady lady, whose name was Julia Sassgre, was tottering up the steps to the Library of Congress. She went straight to the section where the oldest books were stored.
If her agent had done what she had instructed him to do, a match should be in the book titled Slapin’ written in 1811 by an author named Sikes Rawfetall. She opened to page 57 and there the match was. She put it in her coat pocket for she wasn’t going to burn the Bill of Rights here at the Library of Congress.
Theodore’s constant bragging had woken Jefferson and Washington and they were looking at Theodore just like Lincoln had had; with envy and awe.
“Well if you want to do any good being a man, why don’t you go find us the closest newsboy and ask him if he will lend us a paper; he’s probably not going to come through this territory it’s to dusty and sandy for his horse!” Jefferson said firmly
“Yes, go and find a newspaper!” Washington demanded
“All right then!” said Roosevelt and he trudged through the sand and dust until Mount Rushmore was a tiny speck of rock in the distance.
Finally, Julia Sassgre was here in the elevator leading up to the top of the Washington Monument. With one gentle touch she stopped the elevator using the “In Case of Fire” button, a good distance away from the ground. No one can stop me now; she thought and gave a sour giggle. Putting her hands in her pockets she removed the crumpled Bill of Rights and the match. When match was lit, she placed on the crumpled Bill of Rights. She laughed and laughed, until her laughter filled all of Washington D.C.
“Fire! Fire!” cried an FBI agent through his miniature microphone.
“Where?” said other FBI agent
“The fire is at the Washington Monument! It appears to be inside, quick!”
A few hours later, Theodore returned with the newspaper out of breath.
“What does the front page say?” Lincoln, Jefferson, and Washington inquired in unison.
Still panting, Theodore read:
“Since Tuesday, the Bill of Rights has been missing from its place in the Library of Congress. The Library was closed at the time of the crime. Several suspects have been identified including head librarian Julia Sassgre. The FBI has been called to investigate but no evidence has been found. According to rumors the theft is going to try and burn it.
‘Chaos has struck Washington D.C.; even bigger than World War II. Right now we need a true hero greater than Spiderman or Superman, someone with a true heart.’ said a senator from Michigan.”
“It’s time we all hit the ground!” Lincoln said and he took a deep breath.
Millions of people soon gathered around the Washington Monument including Lincoln, Washington, Jefferson and Teddy….
This story is to be continued
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