so the other day, my 9 year old daughter (aka the prolific writer in the family) and i sat down to write a story together. we each took turns typing a line or two (yes, she types her own stuff. she uses Word on our one computer more than i do and she's pretty fast.)
anyway, here's what we came up with...
Have you ever heard the story of the girl who went into the forest? No? Good. Because she was stuck in the forest with a scary, perfect muffin. It was a muffin her mother had baked in a batch of other muffins – a blueberry muffin. Her car got stuck in some frosting goop so she couldn’t drive out of the forest. And when she started out for a drive that day, she had no idea that the muffin was in the backseat because it wanted to run away and be a biscuit. So it looked through it’s wrapper (it’s clothing), he found it! The Muffin 2 Biscuit Machine!! But he needed fingers.
Now, of course, a muffin doesn’t have any fingers, so he decided he had to borrow some. You might not like this story because it’s so silly, but keep reading, it gets better I assure you.
Back to the muffin… It wanted to be a biscuit but it needed help. So he stowed away in the back of the car, hoping that someone would drive him away to a place where he could find a helping hand. (Or a helping set of fingers….) :)
But instead of the girl driving to a place that would have a set of helping fingers, she drove into the forest so she could get away from the city, and the farther she drove, the angrier the muffin became until he was a scary muffin.
It’s Anna your favorite editor! And you forgot the perfect!
Excuse me, Anna, I didn’t know you were editing. Forgive the omission.
The muffin was already perfect, but it became scary when it didn’t get its own way! Too Bad! A hungry pack of red foxes came and ate the muffin. BUT the girl saw the dreadful chase and runaway of the muffin and foxes. SO using her scarf around her neck, she slapped the foxes! SLAP SLAP SLAP SLAP SLAP SLAP!
And the muffin was saved. Whew! But it still wanted to be a biscuit so it started crying. WAAAAAAA! The girl saw the muffin crying not only because all his frosting was gone but because he wanted to be a biscuit. “What’s wrong, little muffin? Are you not a biscuit already?” The girl asked. She handed the muffin a mirror. He WAS a biscuit! He had arms and legs no sprinkles! “Sprinkles? On a muffin? Yuck!” They said.
So the biscuit helped the girl get her car out of the frosting goop, because he had arms and legs now, and they drove home and everyone was happy.
It’s Anna, your favorite editor and I have something to say. NO the end. We have a few more lines to go!
so to go to part 2, go to Anna's blog, The Dotted Mystery Solvers