We visited Matanzas Creek in Doyle Park today and caught some tiny
baby fish. All the big ones were too quick for us though. We let
Pinchy the crayfish go there, in a nice deep pool where he can make lots
of friends. When we got home, Mummy and I wrote this story together.
She made up the first line, and then we took turns making up each line
after that. Here is our story:
Once upon a time, there was a small green frog. He lived in a huge creek with lots of tadpoles and lilypads for him to hop on. His best friend was a butterfly called Daisy. It was a very clean pond but there was some garbage in it and lots of sand and rocks on the bottom. The frog, who liked to keep things neat, wished that people wouldn't throw garbage into his pond. There were lots of agapanthus' around the pond, and there was even a windmill and a small green chair. Daisy liked to drink the nectar from the agapanthus flowers. The frog had a friend who was a fish, his name was Shadow and he liked to play with him very much. Their favourite game was Hide-And-Seek among the lily pads. And they loved to play Ring Around The Rushes. Sometimes Daisy got so dizzy flying circles above them that she nearly fell into the water. They always wanted to live up in the tree in a nest so they could look down on all the parts of the creek. One day, as they were playing, a magical water pixie appeared. The water pixie was purple and she had painted fingernails that were all pink. She had beautiful silvery-green wings and she hovered above the water like a little hummingbird. The water pixie was in the water and she popped up when the three friends were dancing to the music from the radio. "Please let me dance with you," she said, "and I'll give you three wishes." The frog wished for a wife and more tadpoles; the butterfly for friends to play with, some more flies; and the fish wished for a starfish and a clam to make friends with and to play with. And all the friends, old and new, lived happily ever after.
Diary: 4.47 years old (Jun 2003)
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