Earlier this week I commented on the article ‘Kids Love Stories, So Why Not Encourage Them to Publish?’ on Publishing Perspectives. I’m proud as punch because my son (age three) has ‘written’ his first story. He dictated it to me, and I wrote it down. Then we spent some time adding in clipart pictures; he was most impressed.
I’ve printed it so that he can take it to nursery for show and tell. However, he’s disappointed that all he’s got is a page of A4 – he tells me he wants it to be a proper, bound book. So I think that’s what we’ll write next.
In honour of my clever, creative little boy – and because he tells me he wants his story published – I’m putting his first work of creative writing online for you all to enjoy.
George went to the zoo and he found a lion. George wanted to be friends with the lion. But the lion said no.
Next George found a rhinoceros. And the rhinoceros wanted to play with George. And George said yes.
Then George saw a giraffe. The giraffe invited George to his house for tea. George said yes. And he invited the lion and the rhinoceros to the giraffe’s house too. They ate chocolate biscuits for tea.
Then George saw a monkey. The monkey wanted to go to a museum with George in London. George said yes. The monkey wanted to look at the monkeys at the museum, which was called the Natural History Museum. The monkey had a little snack which was a banana, and he put the banana skin on the floor and George slipped on it.
Then the monkey wanted to be friends, and George said, ‘Yes, please.’
Then they went back to the zoo, and George and the monkey saw a cheetah, and the cheetah was running and running.
And then George saw that all the animals were running and swinging and they were escaping from the zoo.
And George said all the animals could come and stay at George’s house for ten nights.
George went to the Natural History Museum with all the animals, and the Science Museum and went to a hotel and went to meet his daddy’s friends.
Then they all went back to the zoo.
The end.
And to finish, I’ll add George’s second piece of creative writing, which he wrote himself on my laptop. Apparently, it’s about a cheetah and an ostrich.
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My son George, writer-to-be