This little story is one my two nieces, Gwen and Cecily, told together to their their mom and my sister, taking turns adding to it. It's interesting to see how the plot, despites its holes, unwinds, and the interesting imagery. Gwen is five, and Cecily is three.
C: Once upon a time there was a little girl who had jewelry in a jewel box. It was full of beautiful things: diamonds, rings, and lots of jewels and things to play with and things like princesses have.
G: Then a bad witch took her jewelry away. She took the jewelry and the playful stuff and let her pet dragon eat it. And she took the little girl away.
C: Then her daddy said “Girl! Girl, where are you?”
And her mommy said “I think she was taken by a bad witch.”
And her daddy said “Yes!” They needed to have a net and a sharp thing with a pokey thing on it to poke the dragon and the witch.
G: The witch took the girl to her home that was a bad, bad cave. The cave had spiders and spider webs and rats that climbed all over and skeletons.
C: And the witch had a mean cat with sharp teeth and horrible claws. The girl saw the cat and started to scream. The witch started to drink one bottle of wine.
G: Since the witch drank the bottle of wine, she fell asleep and wouldn’t wake up until the next day. Before she drank the bottle of wine she told the dragon to be in charge and guard the cave door so the girl wouldn’t get out. The cat started to eat yucky, yucky fish. The cat and the fish were black. Then the cat started to fall asleep. The dragon started eating meat and then he fell asleep and the girl could creep away.
C: And then her falled down through the sky and she didn’t know what to do. She landed on a roof. It was the roof of her own house. She didn’t know how to get down, but she had the witch’s wand so she could make a ladder appear and then she went down and went inside the door.
G: Her daddy came in the door. And her daddy said “Where have you been?”
She said “It’s a long story.”
The End
I love stories that little kids tell! In fact, I like almost everything little kids say. The other day, my three year old fake crying. My dad grew impatient with it, and told him to stop. My brother's reply was, "Crying is a part of life."
ReplyDeleteMichaela, I those kids are going to be a writing force to be reckoned with.
ReplyDeleteMiles, YOU have a three year old? Do you have a life you're not telling me about?
Oh, and I'll be getting somethings on here at the onset of summer, I have a few stories I've started.