R was sitting at her art table and found this picture she drew sometime last week. She pulled it out, looked at it intently, and announced, "Mommy, mommy, this picture has a story!"
"It does?! Will you tell it to me? Can I write it down?"
"Yes!"
She and I ran together to the art table. I picked up paper and crayon and proceeded to transcribe the following story, based on the picture above, which, yes, does have a grease stain on it.
Title: "Growing Flower Sun Goes Down"
By: R
Once upon a time a biiiiiiig blob came down and a flower grew. And little fishies showed up and saw the blob and the fishies kept swimming and looking. The flower grew higher and higher and higher. And the hill started to grow. And the sun came out. And the sun went down. The End.
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