alice's stories

I have a story.  Let’s go back to your room.

Can I write it down?

Yes.  It’s going to be a crazy one.  I have a beard.  It’s a beard of cotton candy.  What are you doing?

Writing down your story.  You want to start? 

Yeah.

Ok

I can start right now?

Uh huh.

Ok so I was just going on a walk with you and John and suddenly a frog jumped over a building and robots came after the frog and the frog was jumping away from them but suddenly the frog got catched and the robots put them in jail and they go to their coffee shop and I was just seeing them get their coffee and I was like “mom why are they going to get coffee?”  And you said “I don’t know.”  And they just died and that is over.  Did you like my story?

Yeah.

Well, I’ll tell you why they just died.  

Why did they just die?

Because a policeman killed them.  Because the policeman thought they were robbers so he just killed them and then sent them to jail.  Mommy, do you want another story?  

Yep.

Ok, can I tell it now?

Uh huh.

So when I was just walking down the road and I was by myself because you said I could a policeman thought that a bear that I saw was going to kill me but it was actually my teddy bear.  And he felt it and found out it was just my teddy bear.  Then I went back home and I was looking out the window and one policeman said he called a guy by his name and said “I want cotton candy.”  And the man said “why do policemans like cotton candy?”  Did you like it?   

Yep.

I have a really good story.  Can I start it now?

yes.  

Ok one guy when he was just liked to jump on his trampoline all the people in the world teached him how to do that.  He didn’t know what to do but then he said “oh yes!  Jumping!’  But one person didn’t like jumping so she said “mommy can we play piano?”  And she said “yeah”. But the guy who likes jumping got sick and then he went off to the city to get some help but no one ever asked him so he asked his mom and she said yes.  But he still didn’t feel better but then he found some nice potion and he drank it and he feeled better.

Do you want another story?  This is the last story.  Can I tell it now? 

Hold on.

Can I tell it now?

Ok.

One dark scary night there was a seashell and my shoes came and my shoelaces were just dancing and I checked in my shoe for my phone but it wasn’t there but I realized it was just my tiny guitar and I checked but it wasn’t.  It was nothing.  

A storm came up and it was raining and one guy was like “you better get this storm to stop” he put his umbrella up and he ran back to his house.  And my dad came up and he said “why don’t you get to bed.”  and I goed to bed.  And my phone disappeared with my tiny guitar in it and I couldn’t find my shoes and I said “mom I can’t find my shoes”. And she asked me if I wanted to go to my grandma’s house.  And she was like “uh, yeah”. And I was like “yeah”. And I went to my grandmas house and one day my shoes came up and put a knife in my horsey and my horsey was dead.

That was my last story.

The end.

Wait, I have lots of stories.  

One dark scary night my seashell had water in it but no-one could hear the water in it so they put more water in it so they went to put more water in it from the sea but sharks ate their hands off so they couldn’t do anything.   So they went back to their house and they got new hands.  And they did backflips.  

I’m telling another story.

I think that’s too many my hands are tired of typing so long.

One more.

ok.

One night a mom found a glass and she put it on paper but the glass splattered everywhere and she passed it to Earth (the planet) and Earth splattered everywhere and it was raining hearts and Peaches just came down and they splattered because of a piece of glass and one kangaroo goed into the dumpster and found something shiny and he showed it to his kids and they said “oh, let’s use it for breakfast” and they just ate it.  And they splattered.

What does splattered mean?

I don’t know.  You don’t have to know.  You just have to write it.

One day the kangaroo just came up and ate the apple.  And it goed to bed and one night my shoelaces came off my shoe and started dancing toward the police station.  They were like “oh, they are dancing around to every place”. The string came and grew taller and taller than them.  The shoelaces started running from it and the string started running after it.  Then they got back to their homes and they started having plans and they dived off into the ocean.  They splattered everywhere.  

My hands are so tired!

The end.