I previously mentioned that I make up a lot of fictional characters for my daughter, as well as some short stories. What follows is a bedtime story that I made for her a little while ago, it’s called The strawberry who didn’t listen. This story really needs to be read aloud, it doesn’t work quite the same otherwise. Here we go:
There was once a little strawberry who lived with his family in a flowerpot in the garden.
One bright, sunny day the strawberry was looking around the vegetable plot and saw round, red things (they were tomatoes). He saw long, green things (they were cucumbers). He even saw pointy, orange things (they were carrots). But the little strawberry couldn’t see anything that looked like him.
So, the little strawberry went to his mummy and said “Mummy, what am I?”
“that’s easy,” said Mummy Strawberry “you are a strawberry!”
“a sore belly?” asked the little strawberry
“no, a strawberry!” said Mummy
“a snore jelly?” wondered the little strawberry
“no, you silly little strawberry!” said Mummy Strawberry “go and ask your father!”
So, the little strawberry went to speak to his father.
“Daddy?” asked the little strawberry “what am I?”
“That’s simple!” said Daddy Strawberry “you’re a strawberry!”
“a claw deli?”
“no, a strawberry!”
“a raw telly?”
“no, you foolish strawberry! Go and bother Grandpa strawberry with your questions!” said Daddy Strawberry.
So, the little strawberry went to see Grandpa Strawberry, the wisest and oldest of all the strawberries.
“Hello, young strawberry!” said Grandpa Strawberry “what are you up to?”
“I’m trying to find out what I am!” said the little strawberry.
“haven’t your mummy and daddy told you? You’re a strawberry!”
“a poor smelly?”
“no! A strawberry!”
“a jaw Shelly?”
“No! you confounded little strawberry!” said Grandpa Strawberry, who was also a very grumpy strawberry
“you are wally! a twit! a twerp! a nut!”
“OH!” said the Little Strawberry “a strawberry! why didn’t you just say so?”