Madeleine came home with a packet of Writer's Workshop poems and narratives today. Among the work was this three-paged story with no words and some...um...interesting pictures. I invite all blog readers to come up with their own words to fit the illustrations!
Here's my crack at it:
A stick-figured girl is FREAKING OUT thinking about a shirt that floated away on the breeze and left her stick body naked.
A benign fairy godmother appeared holding a basket. What's inside is anybody's guess. The stick-figured girl, now dressed once again, is STILL FREAKING OUT. I'm not sure why. Maybe the fairy godmother's appearance scared her. The stick-figured girl is also holding a basket for some reason.
Suddenly, the fairy godmother disappeared and in her place appeared a stick-mommy whose hands were recently amputated, a stick daddy whose hands double as garden rakes, and some other one-handed person with a large protruberance coming out of her head. The stick girl also appears to have lost a hand, but gosh darn it, she's still got her basket, and that's what counts, right?
Actually, I'm not really sure what counts in this story. I'm still a little foggy on the details. Anyone else want to give it a whirl?
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