Back in February I wrote a blog post about teaching storytelling to my son, followed in March by his first stories and in August by his second set of stories. This morning he told me he wanted to write a happy story for after Christmas and asked me to “tell it to everyone,” so here is my son’s latest tale.
The Day After Christmas
by G.R. Dotson
It was the day after Christmas. People with fake trees were walking around, putting their fake trees away in their basements. People with real trees were pulling their real trees outside for the trash. Nobody saw the old real trees stand up and jump away.
They jumped all the way to the water. At the beach they went into the water and started to float. They floated past some sharks. The sharks did nothing, because they don't eat trees.
The trees floated to an island called Jumping. On Jumping Island they jumped around and grew mouths so they could eat coconuts and fish. They used their branches for hands. When people come to Jumping Island the old Christmas trees fold up their hands and shut their mouths tight and stand straight and sort of bend around with the wind. They want to hide from people, because they don't like to be thrown away for the trash. When people leave again the trees open their mouths and jump and eat again.
The old Christmas trees stay on the island, and they're happy.
The End