Earlier this week, I tried to get William to believe that he could come up with a random story with that wonderful imagination of his. He didn’t believe he could it.
Well, he didn’t. But I did – to prove it could be done. The resulting story is rather pointless, but both boys seemed to enjoy it, so feel free to share it with your own kids. 🙂
Once upon a time there a little mouse who wanted to be a fish. So he jumped in the river and swam to his heart’s content…
…until he came across a big frog.
“Hello, Mr. Frog!” the mouse said. “How are you today?”
The frog only said, “RRRIBBIT!”
“What does ‘RRRIBBIT’ mean Mr. Frog?”
The frog said again, “RRRIBBIT!”
“Well, yes, Mr. Frog, I heard that the first time, but I still don’t know what it means. Can you please explain?”
The frog merely said “RRRIBBIT” once more, and then hopped away.
The little mouse kept swimming. Soon, he came upon a mosquito.
“Hello, Mr. Mosquito!” the mouse said. “How are you today?”
The mosquito only said, “BUZZZ!”
“What does ‘BUZZZ’ mean Mr. Mosquito?”
The mosquito said again, “BUZZZ!”
“You know, Mr. Frog just did the same thing to me when he only said ‘RRRIBBIT’ but I still don’t know what either of you are saying.”
The mosquito went crazy and said “BUZZZ!” louder than ever. Then he quickly flew away.
The little mouse kept swimming. Soon, he came upon an earthworm.
“Hello Mr. Earthworm!” the mouse said. “How are you today?”
The earthworm said, “I’m doing well, thank you! How are you?”
The mouse was relieved. “Oh! I can understand you! I couldn’t understand Mr. Frog or Mr. Mosquito earlier. All they said were ‘RRRIBBIT’ and ‘BUZZZ.'”
“Turn around and look at them,” said the earthworm.
So the mouse turned and looked. Mr. Frog ATE Mr. Mosquito! “That’s all they were saying,” said the earthworm. “Mr. Frog was looking for lunch, and Mr. Mosquito was trying not to BE lunch.”
“Wow,” said the mouse. “What do you eat, Mr. Earthworm?”
“I eat dirt.”
“What does dirt say?”
The earthworm shrugged. “Nothing. What do you eat Mr. Mouse?”
“I eat cheese.”
“What does cheese say?”
The mouse shrugged. “Nothing. It was nice to meet you, Mr. Earthworm.”
The little mouse swam to the riverbank. He had decided it was time to stop being a fish and look for some cheese.
I’d love to hear from you!
Do you make up stories on the spot? Do your kids make up stories on the spot? What sort of stories do your kids like?