+08-24-07.bmp)
(untitled)by Phoebe
Once some trolls lived under a bridge.
One day, a bad guy fell in love with a good guy. And everytime the ruler of bad guys told them to get away from the good guy, they danced and kissed. And the bad guy just went crazy.
And then he fainted.
And anyway the trolls were babies.
And they stayed with each other all the night. So the next day they married. While the bad guy just sat in jail.
(to be continued?)
1 comment:
Phoebe's story explained by our friend Donna:
Yesterday I was on childcare duty during the second half of church. When I entered the room I could see that Phoebe was engaged in elaborate work with all of the troll dolls. She had built a bridge and put some trolls under it and some trolls were walking over the bridge. She explained to me that some were girl trolls and some were boy trolls and how to tell the difference, and that some were good guys and some were bad guys. Then she opened her hand to reveal the two very smallest trolls - babies - a girl and boy. The girl was a good guy and the boy was a bad guy. Phoebe had entwined their hair as they happened to have fallen in love and this was a way to show their connection. I was enjoying her story very much. And then she said "Do you know what?"
"No, what?" I replied.
"Whenever the ruler of the bad guys tells the boy to stay away from her or do something bad to her," she smiled and said, "they just dance and kiss," and she demonstrated the dancing and kissing with the two little trolls.
"Wow, Phoebe," I said, "I think that's the best story I've ever heard."
A few minutes later Phoebe sat down with a piece of paper and said she was going to write the story down.
"I think that's a great idea," I said.
"The only problem," she mused, "is that the only words I know how to spell are I, the, love, mom, and dad."
"Well," I offered, "how about if you tell me the story again, and I'll write it down."
She liked that idea, so we sat down together at a table and began. It came out wonderfully differently the second time, but still the couple danced and kissed when the bad ruler suggested harm. And it was still one of the best stories I've ever heard. She drew a picture to go along with it. I saw her sharing the story with Allen in the King Commons after church. Later Allen e-mailed me and gave me a link to their blog where he posted the story and the picture she drew to go along with it.
So . . . here's to dancing and kissing in defiance of the bad guys.
Donna
Post a Comment