The Adventures of Crockpottle
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“Our story begins in the land of dreams and the fields of love. Crockpottle was happy and blessed beyond words! Night became day and day became night. It’s a place where he could dream wonderful long dreams. He had plenty
of friends! A loving wizard who breathed life into him, but he was getting ahead of himself. He was created for a purpose! To serve humanity.
A wizard came upon a store looking for some things to cook and eat his veggie’s! And a Crock-Pot to make all his meals. One caught his attention, so shiny and bright, then he noticed this Crock-Pot had no plug-in cord. Odd, he thought. Looking around, he noticed they all had cords—except his. The choice was simple.
It made sense. Happy, he went to go
buy his new Crock-Pot. Skipping all the while! Thanking the store clerk, he left overjoyed at the sight of this new Crock-Pot. “What shall I call you, my shiny new friend? I know,” said the wizard crock a teer, but it didn’t feel right. Then like a lightbulb—it hit him! “Crockpottle!” he screamed out loud. It fit perfectly. He waved his hands and stomped his feet, yelling magic words, “Shampoo!” Stopping, he laughed, “That’s not it! By the power of all things good, I command this Crock-Pot to live!”
Lights flickered on and off. Then a puff of smoke, and whamo! the light little Crock-Pot was alive and dancing! He saw the wizard dancing too. Overjoyed he smiled, so many questions he had, but they could wait. He was alive and grateful! Dancing all the while, it was his first birthday. “Yay!” Crockpottle screamed, glowing. This made the wizard very happy. Crockpottle was happy too!
Crockpottle noticed two small objects. He wondered what they were.
A booming voice answered, “That’s how you will get around! They are called feet.” Feet, how cool, thought Crockpottle. He couldn’t wait to try them out. But it was getting late, and dark was fast approaching! So he decided to wait till morning. It couldn’t hurt! Feeling tired, he closed his eyes to dream wonderful long dreams. Morning came fast. He brushed his teeth and washed up. The wizard was making breakfast, eggs and bacon. Yumyum, thought Crockpottle. His tummy was growling for food.
he saw a 4
Walking turtle, far off in the distance. Wow, thought Crockpottle! How cool is that, a walking turtle.
They ate a—.meal fit for kings! What a meal, thought Crockpottle. Yummy for sure! Happy and full, he went to wash up. After, the wizard and Crockpottle set out for the fields of love, where life was blooming.
Singing flowers, dancing willow trees, talking turtles, and jumping acorns. What a magical place, thought Crockpottle. So much to see in this magical place. He walked in wonder and awe with his mentor and loving friend, Mirth the wizard! Smiling all the while, they came upon the field of wisdom! And they rested for a while, taking out their lunches; they had a picnic. They even made a few friends, sharing their food. Happiness was everywhere. Next was the rocks of truth.
It is said they are magical and that they speak as well! Well, we have to see if that’s true, thought Crockpottle. Unbeknownst to Crockpottle, he was given a gift! The gift of healing. Coming upon a massive wall of rocks, they stopped in their tracks.
Both were in awe and wonder.
Then a booming voice rang out, saying, “Who goes there?” They were shocked.
“It’s the wizard of mirth and his new creation, Crockpottle. We come in peace,” said the kind wizard! Then a loud cracking sound was heard. And the rocks parted in the middle, opening wide, so they could enter. They didn’t know what to expect, but they were ready! Boldly they walked forward! The rocks were big and powerful! Humming came from a nearby tree stump. Curious, Crockpottle ventured over. Looking down, he saw a dragonfly. In amazement, he heard the humming and was overjoyed. Crockpottle said hello. 8
Then more amazing the dragonfly answered back, saying, “Hello, I’m Cappy.” Wow a talking dragonfly, how is that? thought Crockpottle! Then a hush fell over the place. Again a booming voice rang out, asking what their business here was. The kind wizard said they were trying to get to the integrity caves off the shores of misty mountains, near a place called Muck. “A long walk, indeed!” said the giant rock. “You both may pass through the tunnel of wishes and dreams.”
looking around and confused they wondered where they were?
Looking around, they saw a turtle sitting down at the opening of a cave. Calling out, they asked, “Where are we?” The kind turtle replied, “You’re at the integrity caves, near misty mountains, near the Muck Muck monster.” “Muck Muck monster!” cried Crockpottle. How dreadful, thought Crockpottle! “We should avoid that place.” The turtle agreed with them, telling them his name was Rizrock, and he was blind. But it never slowed him down! “Nice meeting you, I’m Crockpottle, and
my father, Mirth the kind wizard.”
Friendships are nice, thought Crockpottle. The two became fast friends, sharing stories with each other! Way into the night, resting till morning they awoke, feeling refreshed, and rested, they walked on, coming to a fork in the road. A decision had to be made. Left of right? Left was the land of Muck Muck, where a monster called Mucky lived. “Most definitely not left!” they both cried out, so the right was what they chose. But unbeknownst to them, Mucky switched the signs. They were heading straight for it. muck muck.
The wizard thought something was off! But his memory wasn’t what it used to! So he dismissed it. Walking for what seemed like an eternity, they rested next to a crystal cavern. Thy were tired but alert, and thirst gripped them like a hungry ocean!
Looking around, they saw water flowing upward, out of the ground! They ran over, overjoyed at this new find. They drank and drank till their tummies were full! Little did they know, Mucky was watching, hoping they drank from the water!
Falling into his trap. He was overjoyed. Haven’t eaten in so long, thought Mucky. Mirth the kind wizard was sleepy as well. Gotta do something before I fall asleep, thought the kind wizard!
So before he fell asleep, the wizard
wizard made Cappy morph into a giant dragonfly with a wave of his hand. Cappy grew four times his size. Cappy flew to get help! Thank God he didn’t drink the water, he thought. Flying fast and far into the night, Cappy was flying back to the rocks of truth to get help.
Meanwhile back on Muck Muck, Mucky tied them all up when they were fast asleep. Waking up in a trap, they tried to get free! Moving to the left and to the
right with no success. Mirth the kind wizard was waiting for the right moment to free everyone! Crockpottle was worried, but then he remembered his gift that was in him. And he prayed silently to forgive this monster, for the monster use to be kind! Crockpottle thought, if he could get close enough to touch Mucky, then he could heal him and reverse the evil that was done! But how could he get Mucky near him. Then whamo! he had an idea! Play
sick, so he did just that. m u c k y Yummy, that was good! thought Crockpottle. Mucky was just inches away, then he heard a noise. Crazy.—his one chance.
He reached out, touching Mucky. A white light surrounded Mucky for a brief moment. Crockpottle’s hands were glowing love and healing; it went into Mucky, changing him for the better and forever before Crockpottle’s eyes.
C r o c k p o t t l e w a s happy as well; he found his purpose to love others, forgive, and show kindness to those around you. The evil spell was broken. Order was restored in the land! Mucky invited them all to dinner, along with his friends, once they arrived. Crockpottle made a new friend and learned about forgiveness and true friendships. He was happy. All was good
in the land. Friends, family, and love are what matters! Time to go home, thought Crockpottle, skipping all the while.
About the Author Mike Fitzpatrick is a recovery advocate. He runs a CrockpottleCrockpottlerecovery center and hosts events monthly. Actor title includes circle of addiction a different kind of tears 2017. Gun Control, a documentary film in Tilton, New Hampshire, formed a 501c-3 nonprofit social organization to raise awareness on addiction through fun social activities. He is soon to be a world-record holder. He self-published two
books from death to life and across America, raising awareness on addiction. He has two beautiful kids, artist, huge movie buff. Ex-martial arts teacher. He is single and loving it. He lives alone in Tilton, New Hampshire.