The results – children!
February 24th, 2012
First, my apologies for taking so long to post the results of the Keepers competition. The trouble was – apart from the fact that I’m busy writing the new book – people sent in such good entries! I think this was one of the hardest things I have ever judged. So many of the entries could have been winners.
So the first thing I decided to do was break the entries into three categories instead of two. That is, adults, older children and younger children. Which means of course that there are now three prizes instead of two! 😀 And the second thing is, next week I’ll put up the entries that didn’t win, so you can see how brilliant they were.
But for now – yes yes, I know. You want me to tell you who won!
I’ll start with the younger children: the prize goes Maeve Timms for her drawing of a quignog.
The reason I liked this one so much was because it really does look mad (which was the only bit of description we had). The wild staring eye, the dribbling, the strange tail which is almost like a many-fingered hand …
Congratulations, Maeve, I’ll send your prize next week.
Now, the older children: once again the entries were very hard to choose between. But the prize goes to Esther Perry for her written description, as follows:
Dear humans, a guignong is a mutated human, these things happen, we cannot control them. They have chosen us! We cannot go up to someone and say mutate me, we don’t get this choice. If we had a choice then we would stay normal. We have hidden ourselves because you are not ready for us. You are afraid of what you do not understand, so you call us mad.
Let me explain, to help you understand. There are ones of us that can read minds. I believe that is why you call us mad. Some of us have more mutations than others. We can be pink, blue, green, purple, gold, brown, yellow, red, or white. Scaly, fuzzy, slimy, slinky, stinky, sticky, or spiky. And we can
* read minds
* go through walls
* turn into animals
* make ice
* have lasers in our eyes
* or just be plain weird
If you would just understand we are just the same as you on the inside maybe we would get along better. Remember, it could happen to you! Here are some stories:
to: The Human Race
This is my story. When I was born my parents were freaked out! I had scales all over my body. My parents left me in the woods to die, but the quipnogs found me. They told me that I was one of them. They are normal like me. I did not choose it, I did not want it, but I got it.
Tasha, 13 years old and normal
to: The Human Race
subject: my story
I was normal until I turned 20 then I started teleporting. Here now, gone a moment later. I ran away from everything, now I am a guignong .
George, 40 bye…
subject: what happened to me
Okay so some get born this way, some develop this. Not me! I was created. I was stolen from my family when I was little. They did something to me so that now I have metal bones and muscles. My blood is gold and when I am angry my eyes go gold too. People forced this on me I never had the slightest choice in this matter. I am a child, A CHILD, but did they care, no, they still did this to me! I just want to be normal again.
Ruby, 13 (5 years a human, 8 years a quignog), human made guignog, a child that is not
So you see we don’t want this but we got it anyway. We just want to be normal again
from a fellow human and quignog
The thing I liked so much about Esther’s entry was its originality. It made me think of quignogs in a completely different way – maybe they are not what I thought they were! It also gave a very good reason why they are called mad.
So congratulations, Esther, I’ll be sending your prize next week too.
This is turning into a very long post, so I’ll start a new one for the adults.