Friday, February 19, 2016

Tell Me a Story

As told by almost 3-year old J.P.C.

Daniel came in the sunroom. A chicken crossed the road. A peanut butter and jelly sandwich. And, some walls. Now, if a chicken crossed the road, he would eat a lamp. And now, the chicken got one of those (pointing to some circles on the keyboard) and peeked out of his hole and pressed "w". Uh-huh, duvvle u. Now, the chicken would like a peanut butter and jelly sandwich.

And Clifford. He jumps. Now, he does typing.


A peanut butter and jelly sandwich. Hmmmm, Now, a chicken crossed the road and ate it.

Ummm, the chicken had a baby. Yeah, that what I said. And then he pushed numbers. 5885866565555555555554615555555555522222222222222222222222222222222222

The chicken typed. And then he pressed numbers. He got a phone and pressed numbers. He was calling 2222 and then a man hear him. And then, he pressed numbers again.

The End

That was my last story.

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