Tuesday, Wednesday and a Story

I’ve stopped the youngest having riding lessons for the winter.  She’s doing really well but I felt that we’re neglecting our own dear equine.  With the short winter days around the corner, I reckoned more time needed to be made to spend with our own ponies.  So Tuesday afternoons are now free for outdoor afternoons, as well as Thursday afternoons.  This Tuesday was a beautiful afternoon, which made getting the stables ready into a lovely outdoor afternoon.

Our eldest decided to tidy the tack room and sort out all the tack boxes.  But he also had a root through the drawers in the tack room, where there are some very random oddities.  He found a box.  In the box were some old pieces of paper and one was this story that he must have told at about 5 years old.  He used to tell brilliant stories when he was little and I would write them down.  I’m very sad to have lost the copy of “The Lonely Suit of Armour” that was looking for a knight – I wish I could find it.  It was a story conceived with sweet 5 year old ingenuity.

This is the story that he found. It reminds me of a game of consequences:

Once upon a time, there lived a very poor postman who was never used.  Everyone did not like him.  But Jesus liked him and sent the governor.  So the governor came and gave him so much money and he became the richest man in the whole world.  Everyone went “Aaaah” and they started loving that poor postman and began to use him for posting letters.  The postman was so old (older than Grandma and Taid), he died.  Everyone buried the money and him and they were so sad.  They buried the house too.  They cried after “rest time” and every morning.

Then, one of the people became a fisherman. He caught a big whale in the whale sea.  The whale hit his boat and all the fisherman fell into the sea.  The whale ate them all up and then felt sick.  He spat the fisherman all up and they went back to their boat and ate the whale themselves.  They fell asleep.

THE END

Yesterday, we fired that wonderful (now much more mature) imagination with a school trip to Quarry Bank Mill.  Rather than writing it down, I recorded the event with my camera: http://www.flickr.com/photos/28285529@N07/sets/72157631793133130/

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About deerfeet

I am a home-educating mother of four children. We live on a small holding in Wales and my husband is active in local politics and the lead pastor of our church, Festival Church.
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