Sunday, August 22, 2004
My mother found this in my father's drawer:
Ashley And The Terrible Whatzit
by Ashley H, Grade 3. May 26, 1995.
This book is dedicated to my Dad.
I knew there was something in the attic, Ashley thought. Then she saw her father go up there, and she said "I wouldn't go up there if I were you."
"Why?" asked her father.
"There's a monster with three horns and one eye," she replied.
"I don't believe you," said her father. "I have to get some tools." So up he went.
Ashley waited and waited, but her dad never came down. So she went and got a baseball bat and climbed slowly up the stairs to the attic. She heard a noise and turned back and the door shut on her. The Whatzit was up on a stack of boxes. Ashley said "WHAT DID YOU DO WITH MY DAD!?"
"I can't tell you," said the Whatzit. "I can't tell you."
Then she hit the Whatzit with the baseball bat, and he began getting smaller. She asked, "Why are you getting smaller?"
He replied, "You are not afraid of me!" Then she pulled his ears, and now he was her size. She hit him till he got very small. She said, "Why don't you pick on someone your own size!" So the Whatzit left. She checked in the boxes for her father but he wasn't there. Then she heard a noise in the corner, and she saw her dad. "Daddy!" she said and hugged him. And we both went down stairs to work on my bike together.
The End.
About the Author
My name is Ashley Elizabeth and I live in Flesherton. I am 8 years old and I like horse back riding.
So supposedly I go from third person narrator, and right at the very last sentence, boom!, first person narrator. I'm a pro! I wish I could share the illustrations that follow with this story, but supposedly my scanner doesn't enjoy scanning things. Go figure.
Wow, wasn't this the least bit interesting?
And I don't like horse back riding. I don't know why I put that. I went horse back riding once. I'm a compulsive liar.
Ashley And The Terrible Whatzit
by Ashley H, Grade 3. May 26, 1995.
This book is dedicated to my Dad.
I knew there was something in the attic, Ashley thought. Then she saw her father go up there, and she said "I wouldn't go up there if I were you."
"Why?" asked her father.
"There's a monster with three horns and one eye," she replied.
"I don't believe you," said her father. "I have to get some tools." So up he went.
Ashley waited and waited, but her dad never came down. So she went and got a baseball bat and climbed slowly up the stairs to the attic. She heard a noise and turned back and the door shut on her. The Whatzit was up on a stack of boxes. Ashley said "WHAT DID YOU DO WITH MY DAD!?"
"I can't tell you," said the Whatzit. "I can't tell you."
Then she hit the Whatzit with the baseball bat, and he began getting smaller. She asked, "Why are you getting smaller?"
He replied, "You are not afraid of me!" Then she pulled his ears, and now he was her size. She hit him till he got very small. She said, "Why don't you pick on someone your own size!" So the Whatzit left. She checked in the boxes for her father but he wasn't there. Then she heard a noise in the corner, and she saw her dad. "Daddy!" she said and hugged him. And we both went down stairs to work on my bike together.
The End.
About the Author
My name is Ashley Elizabeth and I live in Flesherton. I am 8 years old and I like horse back riding.
So supposedly I go from third person narrator, and right at the very last sentence, boom!, first person narrator. I'm a pro! I wish I could share the illustrations that follow with this story, but supposedly my scanner doesn't enjoy scanning things. Go figure.
Wow, wasn't this the least bit interesting?
And I don't like horse back riding. I don't know why I put that. I went horse back riding once. I'm a compulsive liar.
