This is the story I wrote for Mrs. Haren's English class:

Rishi the Little Village Man
Part of a larger group called the Village People
Written by Sara Pulsipher

In a small village called Risha off the coast of a small island that no one has ever seen or heard of, lived a young boy named Rishi. Little Rishi loved Risha. He was born there and knew everyone in the village and everyone in the village knew Rishi.
Now, although he was called “Little Rishi”, Rishi was not so little. He was actually the tallest boy in Risha and quite strong for a man of 15. (In Risha, 15 years of age marked the beginning of manhood). His nickname was Macho Macho Man.
It was at this time in Rishi’s young exuberant life that he began to look for a wife. He needed someone who would be a hard worker but also beautiful and gentle and loving and, of course, a good mother, for Rishi planned on having many children. He himself was one of ten children.
One spring morning, Rishi awoke after a hard day’s work of looking for a wife the day before, feeling rather splendid and well rested. He had had no success in finding the perfect mate and hoped that today would bring more progress.
As Rishi was walking along a dirt path in the village (it was actually the only path in the village because, like I said, this was a very small place) he stopped to pick up a petite caterpillar that had wandered from its home in a nearby bush. Just as he finished placing the young creature back on its little bush Rishi looked up and saw the most beautiful creature his eyes had ever beheld. It was a girl he had never seen before (surprising considering he knew, or thought he knew, everyone in the village).
Gathering up his courage Rishi approached the gorgeous young female and said, “Yama rojamanov telovya me shihemaree.” Translated, he said, “Hello.”
These two individuals courted for weeks. Throughout this time Rishi bought his love many gifts to show his love for her. He bought her rare chickens that nested in palm trees goose pearls and also Soft Lips chap stick to make kissing all the better. When the time was right, Rishi took Tina (for that was his loves name. She had inherited it from her mother Tinat Urner) to the edge of a small watering hole that was sacred for both of them. It was called Akuna Matata. He then proceeded to do a ceremonial dance called the Mackar Ainah around her singing the traditional song. Afterwards he asked her an important question.
“Ritihi?” he asked. Which, translated, means, “Tina, my love, I have known you for many weeks and you have come to mean the world to me. I would like you to be my wife and the mother of my children. Will you marry me?”
Needless to say, Tina accepted. Rishi was overjoyed. He thought happily to himself, “Is this the real life? Or is this just fantasy? This must be a dream.”
Now, Rishi was no poor man; he was born free for his dad was a doctor. He came from a very rich family and built a grand mansion for him and his wife. Rishi looked forward to the life they would have together and wanted to start a family right away. However, Tina had different plans in mind. Little did Rishi know that his wife was a heartbreaker, dreamaker and a lovetaker. Like all gorgeous women, Tina wanted material things and she would often ask Rishi for small gifts. They were not overly expensive, and Rishi loved her so much and was so rich that he granted her every desire. So, their family’s beginning was delayed.
As the years went on Tina’s greediness increased. She began to ask for more and more each day and Rishi would get her anything she wanted. In their sixth year of marriage, the two still had no children, Tina was no longer beautiful but a fat and horrid thing that could no longer get off her couch in her room. Rishi himself was a great deal skinnier and had lost two inches of his height! Also, their fortune was now rapidly depleting.
Realizing this Rishi approached his wife in her bedroom to speak to her about the growing problem.
“My love,” he began, “Our fortune is growing small. I wonder, could you maybe cut down on your needs a bit?”
Horrified at the request, Tina exclaimed, “The best things in life are free, but you can give them to the birds and bees! Give me money! That’s what I want! Lots of money!” Rishi backed quickly away from the crazed female.
Her demands did not stop and soon Rishi had lost all of his money.
On a sad September morning, Rishi awoke to find his wife’s room in ruins. This was not because someone had trashed the place, but because she had destroyed a great deal in her struggle to get out of her room.
Rishi broke down and wept. He had lost all of his money, his wife, and just as he was thinking that there was nothing left to lose, 20 great strong men gathered around his house, picked it up with their bare hands and took it away.
“Yetletta mockyooooooooooorem!” Rishi cried. (translation: “Another one bites the dust!”) Rishi lowered his face to his hands and thought, “Is this the real life? Or is this just fantasy? There’s no escape from reality.”
He then thought, “Ufram.” Which, translated, means, “Beware of little expenses; a small leak will sink a great ship.”