A Story
Esther has written (to be fair to me, I transcribed it) a story. A very fine story and I'm going to share it with you all here.
"Once upon a time there was a mummy uinicorn , a daddy unicorn, a Tover unicorn, an Esther unicorn and a Nancy unicorn. And there was a little girl that owned them. There was a horse and there was (Daddy can you help me guess?) and there was sparkles on some of the horses. And what else? And there were little ducks at the farm. Mummy duck, Esther duck, Nancy duck, Tove duck and a Daddy duck. And what else? A little owl, when it was night time came. Daddy, what are you doing? What else? What are you writing? Dadda; what is all that you're writing? DADDY, WHAT IS ALL THAT WRITING? And there was a little chicken that growed [sic] eggs. And, erm, Daddy they were having a party and they were eating cake. They went out with their favourite teddy. They went out with their favourite Daddy.
"Daddy?"
"Yes"
"Why are you writing all that - is it once upon a.."
"DADDY"
"It needs to say once upon a..."
"I want to tell it to Granny"
"Daddy, what are you writing?"
There was a Christmas eve."
She is committed modernist, paying no heed to conventions which pleases me greatly.
Oh and she has mastered the anatomically correct use of the word bollocks. Which is at once hilarious but also a little disconcerting.
"Once upon a time there was a mummy uinicorn , a daddy unicorn, a Tover unicorn, an Esther unicorn and a Nancy unicorn. And there was a little girl that owned them. There was a horse and there was (Daddy can you help me guess?) and there was sparkles on some of the horses. And what else? And there were little ducks at the farm. Mummy duck, Esther duck, Nancy duck, Tove duck and a Daddy duck. And what else? A little owl, when it was night time came. Daddy, what are you doing? What else? What are you writing? Dadda; what is all that you're writing? DADDY, WHAT IS ALL THAT WRITING? And there was a little chicken that growed [sic] eggs. And, erm, Daddy they were having a party and they were eating cake. They went out with their favourite teddy. They went out with their favourite Daddy.
"Daddy?"
"Yes"
"Why are you writing all that - is it once upon a.."
"DADDY"
"It needs to say once upon a..."
"I want to tell it to Granny"
"Daddy, what are you writing?"
There was a Christmas eve."
She is committed modernist, paying no heed to conventions which pleases me greatly.
Oh and she has mastered the anatomically correct use of the word bollocks. Which is at once hilarious but also a little disconcerting.
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