A Budding Storyteller

3 Apr

My four year old came into my room the other day and wanted me to type her story. What I thought would be a ten second dictation, seemed to never end. Eventually it did, when her uncle arrived and she wanted him to read it. For today’s post, I’m sharing my talented child’s giant run-on story. Enjoy!

Once upon a time there was a bunny rabbit and there was a friend named Piggot and he wanted to play with her so he writed on her shirt and then she was mad and then she said she would make him a special shirt but after she was done she saw another fiend and her name was a little girl she said she would take her to her house. She said close your eyes and she would make her a present and then a flying star came down from the sky and then after the flying star came down from the sky and then she saw another friend it was a mom and then after the mom there was another friend who was a kid. The little kid was a baby and it was another friend and after the baby it was another friend. After she saw another friend she was in the house and she asked her mom if she could play over there where her house was and she said yes you can and then there was another friend who wanted to come over and play. She asked her mom if she could sleep over and she said yes and then there was another friend and her mom said if she can sleep over there you can be nice to her and share your baby and then there was a different friend and it was a little girl she saw her name was Alesia.

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3 Responses to “A Budding Storyteller”

  1. Cora Zane April 4, 2007 at 9:45 pm #

    LOL! Oh, my… that is so CUTE! ^_^ I love it when they’re that age and start making up those stories on their own.

    Several years ago, hubby and I ran into a friend in town, and he asked us if we’d watch his daughter (who was 3 at the time) while he popped into the store for a few things. Sure, why not? We were in the parking lot talking to a few people anyway. While we sat out in the car, friend’s daughter stood up on the seat beside me and told us a story aaaaall about watermelons. The story lasted for two full minutes – not a breath of air in there anywhere. Hahahaha!

    When her dad came out of the store, hubby and I saw he had a small bag, and we said, “Oh, but weren’t you going in to get *daughter* a watermelon?” He looked at us like we were nuts. ^_^ Turns out she was just having a good old time making up a story. Hehe!

  2. Holly April 4, 2007 at 10:54 pm #

    How adorable! She sounds so much like my daughter it’s scary.

    I love it!

  3. T. Sue VerSteeg April 4, 2007 at 11:24 pm #

    You’ll be editing her docu-dramas before you know it 😉

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