A Story by Robin
Just this minute Robin came up and told me this story, pretty much word for word:
One time there was a little horse named Robin. He loved to run. “Neigh, neigh,” said the horse.
One day came a little dragon named Davy. “Rawr!” said the dragon. The horsey ran away.
One day came a tiger named Dad. “Rawr, rawr!” said the tiger. The horsey ran away.
One day came an owl. “Whoo whoo!” said the owl. The owl flew away.
That’s a great story.
“That is a great story,” I agreed: and, satisfied, he wandered away.
February 19th, 2012 at 4:40 pm
Aww. That IS a great story. 🙂
February 19th, 2012 at 5:27 pm
I know, right?
I probably should have mentioned that I had good reason to think (through the previous morning’s casting — “Momma, you a owl! Say ‘whoo whoo’!” — that the owl was me. But it wasn’t specifically stated in the story.
February 20th, 2012 at 4:36 am
Wonderful. 🙂 I am constantly, daily, amazed by the power of narrative; the way we all work things out in various ways through storytelling.