Sometimes Biscuit will say to me, "Mom, tell me a story about ..." Then he'll proceed to give me a list of things to include in the story I'm about to make up to tell him.
One day last year, Biscuit said, "Mom, tell me a story about horses, a prince and princess, a mean old witch, firefighters, firetrucks and a picnic. Okay?"
"Sure," I said, having no idea how in the world I was going to combine all those things together.
So I wove a tale that went something like this:
Once upon a time, there was a prince and princess, and they decided to have a picnic. So they packed up their picnic basket with blankets to spread out on the ground and lots of food, like sandwiches and pasta salad and corn on the cob and chips and cookies and lemonade and sweet tea.
They put the picnic basket in their stagecoach, hooked up their horses and away they went.
As they were riding around looking for just the right picnic spot, they heard a noise ... (I can't spell the evil laugh the wicked witch does, but that's the noise they heard) ... "Heh, heh, heh, heh, heeeeeeeeh."
The prince and princess looked at each other and said, "What was THAT?!?"
And the mean, old witch flew on her broom down beside their stagecoach.
"What are you doing?" the mean, old witch said. (In a mean, old witch voice, of course.)
"We're going on a picnic," the prince said.
"We're looking for just the right spot," the princess said.
"Give me that picnic food," the witch said.
"No," the prince and princess said. "That's OUR picnic food."
"Then I'll TAKE it!" said the witch. And she did.
The prince and princess were so sad, and they didn't know what to do.
About that time, two firetrucks were coming back from a call, and they saw the prince and princess sitting on their stagecoach, looking all upset. So they drove over to where they were and asked them what was wrong.
"A mean, old witch came and took all our picnic food," the princess said. "And we want it back!"
The firefighters started talking with each other, trying to figure out what to do.
Then firefighter Ronnie Gage (one of the characters from 70s TV show "Emergency") suggested a plan.
"What if I get in the bucket on top of the ladder, and we drive fast to catch up with the witch. Then when we get right beside her, y'all can raise up the bucket, and I'll grab the picnic basket off the back of the witch's broom."
All the firefighters thought that sounded like a good plan, so away they went.
The firefighters finally found the witch, zooming through the forest on her broom. The firetruck pulled up right beside her, and Firefighter Ronnie Gage yelled, "NOW!" And they raised up the ladder with the bucket on the top.
"What are you doing?" the witch asked.
"Taking back the prince and princess' picnic food!" Firefighter Ronnie Gage said.
"No you're not!" the witch said.
"Oh, yes I am!" the firefighter said.
Just then, he reached over and grabbed the picnic basket. "LOWER THE LADDER!" the firefighter yelled.
So they lowered the ladder, and Firefighter Ronnie Gage and the picnic basket were safe and sound on the firetruck.
Well, the witch was watching what was happening, and all of a sudden, BAM! The witch flew right into a tree. She fell down off her broom, fast asleep, and she couldn't bother anybody anymore.
The firefighters took the picnic basket back to the prince and princess. They were so happy to get their stuff back, they invited all the firefighters to have a picnic with them.
So they spread out the blankets, and they put out the sandwiches and pasta salad and corn on the cob and chips and cookies and sweet tea and lemonade. Everybody ate lots of food and had a really good time.
The End.
I realize this isn't the greatest of stories, but it uses all the things Biscuit wanted included, and he loves it.
The other morning, I asked Biscuit to tell me a story. And he decided he'd take a shot at telling me the story I made up.
Here's his version:
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