A Post for My Other Daughter
Okay, I have asked my other daughter to give me a few words, so I can write a short story for her here. Her words are: beautiful, horse, blue, ocean, and dad. I have fifteen minutes to write the story. Here goes:
Donovan was a beautiful blue horse. Though not the 'horse of a different color' in the Emerald City in the Land of Oz, he nevertheless was a horse of a quite different color than that of a 'normal' horse. I say 'normal' in those annoying quotation marks because the word normal can mean so many different things to different people.
Normal can mean eating beans three times a day and living in a cardboard box with the words "Whirlpool" and "3.0 cubic foot capacity" on the sides. Normal can mean being the most famous ballet star ever to have lived who can also play Chopsticks on the piano with her bare toes (very nicely). Normal could also be the name of your pet gerbil. If you wanted to name it "Normal", that is.
Anyway, Donovan was a beautiful blue horse. He lived in a beautiful blue barn near a beautiful blue ocean. His eyes were a beautiful shade of blue, and his favorite genre of music was the blues. To him, the blues were beautiful.
One fine day (also blue), as he galloped across the sandy beach that stretched between his barn and the ocean waters, Donovan saw a curious word scratched into the wet sand by some unknown visitor. The letters were in a language Donovan did not know. Because Donovan could not read. Have you forgotten he was a horse? So he just ignored its possible relevance and trampled it as he continued to run along.
Many years later, a young man named Terrance came to that beach, and did not know that his dad had left him a very important message there many years before, scratched hastily into the sand with a pointy stick. It had been meant to tell Terrance exactly where his dad had buried the key to the treasure of a lifetime, hidden in another unknown location.
But Terrance never even knew it, because his father was very forgetful and forgot he had written a message in the sand, and forgot about the treasure. Sad.
But then again, how smart could a person be who would write an important message on a sandy beach, knowing that the tide would come in at some point and wash it away? Didn't he know, too, that Donovan couldn't read?
Oh, well.
Enough horsing around. That's the end.
Normal can mean eating beans three times a day and living in a cardboard box with the words "Whirlpool" and "3.0 cubic foot capacity" on the sides. Normal can mean being the most famous ballet star ever to have lived who can also play Chopsticks on the piano with her bare toes (very nicely). Normal could also be the name of your pet gerbil. If you wanted to name it "Normal", that is.
Anyway, Donovan was a beautiful blue horse. He lived in a beautiful blue barn near a beautiful blue ocean. His eyes were a beautiful shade of blue, and his favorite genre of music was the blues. To him, the blues were beautiful.
One fine day (also blue), as he galloped across the sandy beach that stretched between his barn and the ocean waters, Donovan saw a curious word scratched into the wet sand by some unknown visitor. The letters were in a language Donovan did not know. Because Donovan could not read. Have you forgotten he was a horse? So he just ignored its possible relevance and trampled it as he continued to run along.
Many years later, a young man named Terrance came to that beach, and did not know that his dad had left him a very important message there many years before, scratched hastily into the sand with a pointy stick. It had been meant to tell Terrance exactly where his dad had buried the key to the treasure of a lifetime, hidden in another unknown location.
But Terrance never even knew it, because his father was very forgetful and forgot he had written a message in the sand, and forgot about the treasure. Sad.
But then again, how smart could a person be who would write an important message on a sandy beach, knowing that the tide would come in at some point and wash it away? Didn't he know, too, that Donovan couldn't read?
Oh, well.
Enough horsing around. That's the end.
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