Stories

With all the free time on our hands, I've been forced to cultivate several new and exciting activities to distract Max, Clara and Zoe from what appears to be a DNA directive. DRIVE EACH OTHER INSANE VIA VARIOUS MIND NUMBING TACTICS. One of the most successful activities is when I call out "ONCE UPON A TIME!" and we all race to the computer and write stories. They each dictate a line and then afterwards I soften the edges. I haven't had to edit much, I think all the Grimms Fairy Tales have sunk in and some skills are developing here!

Short Story#1:

Once upon a time there was a girl dragon, named Pinktonk. She was sipping a yummy drink made out of mud. All of a sudden, out popped a warthog! Then out popped a big bunny! The bunny farted.
A boy was walking along in the woods and he said “What is that stinky smell?” He saw the dragon Pinktonk and asked her to dance and share the yummy drink. Then the dragon asked the boy to marry her. The boy thought to himself, “Should I really marry this dragon?” She’s drinking mud & I bet I’ll have to take a bath in a swamp if we are to be married. That is not the life for me.
On the boy walked.
The boy walked on.
Suddenly a giant appeared, and said “I’ll grind your guts to make my bread and I’ll squeeze your liver to make my jelly”.
The boy squealed, “PLEASE EAT ME! THERE IS A MOSQITUO BITING MY ARM AND I WISH TO LIVE NO MORE!”
The Giant was astonished and ran away.
The boy walked on and found a little puppy. Said the boy to the puppy, “If I take you with me, I’ll have to give you baths which is a really big responsibility so I’m afraid I have to leave you here – good by now.”
The boy made his way home and found that he had arrived back at the dragon’s lair. The dragon was very pleased to see him again and asked, “Did you change your mind about marrying me?”
The boy said “No”, turned away and walked home. Once in his house he felt all alone. Boo Hoo. He went racing back to the dragon, Pinktonk, married her and they lived happily ever after. Swamp baths and muddy drinks weren’t so bad after all.

The End.
By Max,Clara,Zoe