My daughter wanted the story, but not the Fee-fi-fo-fum parts. What she cared less for was the logging scene. I gave her a pair of scissors, told her where to cut the book. As it was bedtime, I read very, very slowly.
Jack lives with his mother in a cottage. They are very poor.
They have a cow called Milky White.
She gives delicious milk, which they sell at the market.
One day Milky White gives no milk and they have to sell her.
End.
My daughter asked Where had all the beans gone? Social realism, I said. Can't we have the beans back they touch sky those bright eggs?
Here's the cow, I said, live with it!
I kissed her brow a light kiss. We shut her eyes good night.
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This is marvelous, Dennis. It reminds me a bit of our chance exercises this week (the cutting out, I suspect), with a dazzling, poignant result. Where are the beans, indeed?
Yes, Susan :)
This is what happens when half of the laptop screen shows "Albany" while the other half is playing fairy tales for the child on your lap!
Deep! Nice job Dennis!
Parissa! Thank you for coming by to read.
Hi sir Dennis,
This reminds me of how at times we do multi-tasking while giving in to such a demand from our kids to give them some fairy tale stories.
We shouldn't miss those moments, Clarita. We know we should be giving them what they want, because we want to, and because someday we'll miss them asking us to do anything for them, but at the moment, it just doesn't always seem possible.
Glad to see you drop by.
This is a great story, Sir Dennis! It reminds me of the time I used to read stories to my son when he was small. He had picture books and sometimes I make my own stories based on the images. He's amazed each time because the stories change. Now he's into animation and has a wild imagination. I call it "improvement of the race". :)
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