A Story

Today, as the natives were restless after a late night of feasting and fireworks, I sensed a distraction was necessary. I pulled out an activity I remembered from my 1st grade class--collective story writing.

Only Owen was interested. Helen hollered about her paper being bent and Jack scattered chalk. Here is the result:

Once upon a time there was a squirrel named Owen. Owen liked to work on the baby room, because he was going to get a new baby sister squirrel. The new baby's name was Helen. One day as Owen was working on the baby room, he saw some acorns. So he dropped his wood and his chop saw and fell out of the window. He scampered to the acorns, picked them off the tree and brought them home for supper. The End.

By Owen and Mommy