Adventures of the Little Voice number 5

By

R. M. Walters

Ezra Pinwasher had a fine history as a clerk in the big office of Tight, All, Eternity, and Always.  He was a careful person and a wee bit squeamish about asking for raises.  But due to the high cost of living he just wasn't able to make his extremely slight salary last from pay-day to pay-day.

Ezra practiced one speech on top of each urgent plea after another persistently to think of the most tactful way of asking the boss for a raise.  

It was after a great deal of time devoted to this chain of thought that Ezra first heard the Little Voice.  The Voice squeaked,  "Don't be a coward, Ezra Pinwasher!  March right in there and demand your right's "  

Ezra answered, "But I can't.  After all, I've been here for almost thirty years and I'm about ready to retire and get my gold watch!"

The Little Voice insisted, "All the more bargaining power.  Why, you should get more than a raise, you should get a bonus."

"Well, I don't know..." Ezra parried.

The Little Voice was exasperated, "Oh, Come! On!  Be firm, show some courage!"  

So after several moments of difficult contemplation, Ezra took the Little Voice's advice.  

The very next sunny and dark Monday morning found Ezra Pinwasher shaking in his boots and eying the door to the inner sanctum of Tight, All, Eternity, and Always.  The Little Voice chastised him further, "Oh for crying out loud. Don't be wishy-washy all your life.  Get in there and demand what's yours"

There were those around the office that said they had never heard such an explosion from a human being, when Mr. Tight himself threw Ezra out by his coattails and fired him on the spot.  

And as Ezra gracefully picked himself up from the sidewalk he heard the Little Voice remark, "Why, Can you imagine that!"

The Adventures of the Little Voice Story Number 4

By R. M. Walters

Bill Loudspout was a boastful man.  According to most of his friends, there just wasn't much that he wasn't successful at.  Why, if it hadn't been for Bill the United States wouldn't even have won World War Two.  Trouble was, nobody would believe him.  And Bill wanted to prove that he was all he said he was and then some.

It was at the office picnic that Bill hot his chance to prove his superb abilities.  The whole office gang and their families were out playing and having their Sunday fun.  Bill had sat on the side line with more than his share of beer and exciting the ears of just about everyone within ear shot of the beer keg with his adventurous escapades.  

Bill heard a tiny voice sympathize with him.  It said,  "Today is your chance to prove how big you are!"  

Bill thought, by diddly-duddly I think I will.  

So when the annual race for swimmers was announced, Mr. Bill Loudspout proclaimed that he would not only win the race but that he would continue across the lake and reach the other side before any of the other contestants would reach the finish line.  

The little Voice exclaimed, "That's it Bill!  Tell them a thing or two!"  

Bill's wife said, "Now Bill!  Don't you dare.  You know your just showing off."  

The Little voice said, "Oh, don't pay any attention to her!  She doesn't know what she is talking about.  Get out there and show these unbelievers what you can do!"  

It wasn't five minutes later that Bill appeared in his bathing suit flexed his over sized beer belly and dived into the water just one minute after the starting gun had sounded for the race to begin.  

He cut a clean figure in the water.  In fact, most of the people thought he was going to make good on his boast.  Well, Bill won the race but about half way across the lake he disappeared.  

There were quite a few discussions about Bill Loudspout for the next few hours while the authorities dragged the lake for his body.  But most everyone agreed that as they placed Bills remains in the hearse a Little Voice was heard to remark several times, "Weakling!  Nothing but a weakling!"

The Adventures of the Little Voice Story 2-2

The Adventures of the Little Voice

By 

R. M. Walters

Henry Layastone was a bricklayer and a thinking man. As a matter of fact, he had invented a way of laying bricks by starting at the top and working down -- thereby eliminating a great deal of needless expense. Unfortunately, he was afraid to tell the right people about his invention.

One day during one of his dreaming jags he was surprised by a Little Voice that said, "Great things come from great men who uphold their inventions and get them in front of important people."

Henry Layastone was immediately struck with the profound logic of the Little Voice and decided to do something about it.

The Little Voice encouraged him further, "That's it. Don't be afraid to assert your genius!"

Well, Henry pondered his situation for days. And the Little Voice Bolsted Henry's courage constantly saying, "Your a natural genius".

One day, while Henry was out walking, opportunity knocked on the cobwebs of Henry's mind. The Little Voice, recognizing the situation exclaimed, "Why! Jee Whiz! Here's your chance, Henry. A brand new building in the making and all the right people standing by ... Get up there and show them your idea."

Henry asked, "Do you think I should?"

"Of course," the Little Voice prodded, "Just get up there and do your job. Surely you can't fail!"

The next few minutes were astounding. Henry walked to the building, turned and proclaimed to his audience that he was about to make history. Then while the on-lookers gasped, he walked right up the side of that concrete skeleton. And all the while the Little Voice kept whispering in Henry's ear, Good-boy, Henry! Today we see the birth of a new genius."

But just before Henry reached for the first brick, something happened. Nobody knew exactly, but Henry did a backflip and fell to the ground.

And the Little Voice cried, "Oh, Dear Such a waste of Talent!

The Adventures of the Little Voice Story 3

Joe Rumble was a half-pint when he was born, and by the time he reached college he wasn't any more than a big squirt.  He was quite a success despite his physical stature, due mainly to an inflated ego and lots of bravado.  But he also nourished a secret desire, he wanted to be a basketball hero.  

Mr. Joe Rumble had been kicked out of the coaches office so many times that it had become the talk of the campus.  Some people were even spreading the word that he had tried to bribe the coach.  It was just after Joe had been handed a stinging blow - he had been turned down for the job of water boy - when he heard the Little Voice.  He had his head between his legs as dejected, as any basketball hero would be if he hadn't been given the big chance, when he heard, "If first you don't succeed -- Tra La -- Learn to dribble!"

Responding with his unique athletic prowess Joe jumped behind a tree and looked around.  The Little Voice said,  "Silly, you cant see me.  But if you want to be a hero I'd advise you to learn to dribble."  

About that time the coach walked by.  He looked at Joe with his most touching expression and asked,  "What's the trouble Joe?  Something scare you?"  

"Naw," Joe replied, "just think'n about dribbling."

"Well," the coach said,  "you just learn that trick and you might win a spot on the team."  

"See.  What did I tell you!"  The Little Voice smirked.  

For days Joe spent all his spare time with a basketball.  He ate with it, slept with it and even played with it.  And about once every five minutes he would hear the Little Voice say,  "Dribble!  That's all you have to do!  Dribble!"  

Joe made his spot on the bench and got his chance.  It was in the last minutes of the big homecoming game with the schools worst rival.  Joe's team was one point ahead with just two seconds left to play.  Since all but four of the team had fouled out and Joe was the last substitute, the coach said,  "Get in there boy and stall!"  

The Little Voice said, "Now don't forget to dribble!"

Joe did.  He grabbed the ball and dribbled.  In and out nine other players like greased lightning, around the court with breath taking agility, he flew.  Joe heard the roar of the crowd, and heard them screaming his name.  Just before the whistle, and the final groan of all the fans, ended the game, he sank the winning basket, for the other team.

And the Little Voice cried, "Boy Did he Dribble!"

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Little Voice update.

Good news for fans of "The Adventures of the Little Voice"  I've got a total of seven of these stories.  The count was kind of tricky because three of the stories are labeled as "Story num. two" but they all have different words so I'm counting them as separate stories.  Deal with it.  

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The Adventures of the Little Voice Story 2

Mable Maudlin had a husband who maintained that she could never learn to drive.  Every time she brought the subject up, he would laugh at her with unbelievable scorn.  First Mary would get extremely angry, then she would sob, and finish by pleading for a chance to learn.  She just didn't think it was fair that the other women in her neighborhood could romp about in their autos and she wasn't even allowed in the front seat of their car.

It was during one of her crying jags that Mable Maudlin first became acquainted with the Little Voice.  "Pshaw" she heard one day, "There's nothing to driving," a soft but squeaky voice proclaimed.  "Even I could teach you!"

Mable, not quite sure she wasn't hearing things, clutched at that piece of encouragement and answered, "Oh! Could you?"

The Little Voice insisted,  "Why of course.  You just listen to what I tell you and you'll be driving in no time."  

Needless to say, during the next few weeks Mr. Maudlin became quite certain that Mrs. Maudlin had really crawled out from under her wig.  Hardly a day went by that he didn't see her muttering to herself putting steak on the dinner table and insisting on a pleasure drive after work.  Just to humor her, he took her.

Each time they took an excursion the Little Voice would whisper in Mable's ear.  "See  all he does is turn that little key, pulls on that lever, and pushes on that hing down on the floor.  From then on, all he does is steer the car."  

Much to the dismay of Mr. Maudlin, Mrs. Maudlin would exclaim the the Little Voice, "Oh, Banana's -- that's easy enough!"  

One bright Sunday morning some few weeks hence, the Little Voice decided that it was time for Mable Maudlin to perform her solo.  While M. Maudlin was settling down to the Sunday funnies, the Little Voice commanded, "This is it!" Grab your apron, get in the car and show that smart-aleck what you can do."

Mable didn't hesitate.  She fired up the family bucket -of bolts and shot away like a guided missile.  Around the block she sped, and around again, picking up speed like a maniac on a race track.  It was about then that she realized that she didn't know how to stop the car.  

She yelled, "I'm scared!"

"Nonsense," the Little Voice laughed confidently, "it's all in your mind!"  

By this time, Mr. Maudlin was standing on the curb frantically waving his arms.  Seeing him thus disposed, Mable decided that it was time to get things under control.  

One the next trip around the block, she two-wheeled the car into the drive-way, crashed through the front door of the garage, picked up the lawn mower, crashed through the back wall, careened across the petunia patch, sped around the neighbors yard, wiping out their rose bushes, killed their cat and dog.  Mrs. Maudlin tore across her own front lawn and blasted into her own living room.  Just as she crashed through the picture window, she heard the Little voice cry,  "WHEE!"