Saturday, November 26, 2011

day twenty-six: saturday story

I'm a little bummed this afternoon, since my Buckeyes just lost to Michigan. However, I must rise above my distress and carry on with my mission: to bring you a Saturday Story. It is my duty.

Since this is the last Saturday in November, I wanted to ask you guys if you'd like me to continue this "feature," of sorts. Maybe not on a weekly basis and maybe not on Saturday, but would you like to read more of my childhood writings? Because oh, there are so many more that are just begging to be shared.

This week's tale is a bit longer than the others. However, do not anticipate that this story will have a point, or even make sense, just because it has more pages. Because it really doesn't -- have a point, or make much sense.



So, Zach's coat. That's really something, huh?



Oh how convenient that she happened to find a tame horse that spoke People!



"She dared not." What did I think I was writing, some sort of classical masterpiece?!


Yeah, I'm pretty sure her bag only changed colors because I accidentally used the wrong marker. At least I covered for my mistake seamlessly.


I'll translate. The medal said: "My name is Buttermilk. I belong to the Snow Queen. I am a friend to no one. I love the Snow Queen."


Yes, because that's just what you do when your brother has been taken by an evil woman (who, by the way, doesn't seem to have really done anything too untoward yet): You lay down and take a nap.


You guys, look at her HAIR. Was I a child of the early '90s, or what?



She got off the "ride." I even used quotation marks. Ha.


My first picture-less page. It was just too important for a picture.



Their grandma is so fashionable. I kind of love her outfit.

4 comments:

Anonymous said...

yes
they are great

Patty said...

Wait, you need rocks to start a fire? No wonder I have been doing it wrong all these years. I thought you needed wood. Huh.

(yes, keep 'em coming!)

Allison said...

Keep 'em coming!

Zach's get-up sort of reminds me of the Yo Gabba Gabba guy :)

Where did the name Docia come from?

Wait...the horse was laughing?

You don't know what Docia's in there doing to the brother, now do you? But yes...napping is always a good idea. lol

Wait...a stream through the ice? How convenient :)

They didn't think Docia could walk that far overnight? I'd be worried about her still getting them and doing whatever she was going to do.

And why didn't this cover the severe punishment these kids got? Running off to Alaska? Sheesh.

Anth said...

Apparently child Cassie believed that all Alaskans live in caves. Ha ha

I also like that there was absolutely no consequence for the Alaska getaway!

By all means, keep the stories coming. They're vastly entertaining.