My youngest has had a school assignment to write a story. This will, in a few weeks, be “published” in book form. The little authors will have a class party where the parents are invited and the authors read their stories in front of everyone.
We’ll cross the reading-out-loud-in-front-of-everyone bridge when we get there. We had to get through writing the story first.
Now let me make this clear up front. My son has no problem making up stories. He’s actually quite good at coming up with ideas and events to put in stories – quite an active imagination. But we often are left wondering where he gets his, shall we call it, inspiration. Sometimes his stories even “inspire” questions from others about our home life – sometimes funny questions, sometimes not so funny.
We drafted his story this last week. He would get going telling his story and I would type out his words. I asked a few questions to get some more detail and we ended up with something like this… There’s this Crocodile whose dinosaur friends are all dead, his parents are dead (this is where it turns into a Disney classic), he doesn’t know what to eat but does know what can eat him… (okaaaay…)
He moves to a new lake where there are no Raccoons, Snakes, or Birds… and is trained on the Tuba and plays in victory parades. (Tuba? Where does this come from? We don’t know anyone who plays the Tuba… Right after my younger son says this about the parade we have to shush our older son who tries to point out that crocodiles do not have the lip structure to play horn instruments. After all, we tell him, we’re being creative.)
Eventually the Crocodile (whose name is actually “Crocodile” in case you were wondering) finds his parents (who aren’t dead after all, they just moved to a different lake – which turns this from a Disney movie to a twisted and dark commentary on child neglect, but thank God we’re… I mean they’re… still alive) and all live happily ever after.
I don’t want to change his story (although we did make some gentle suggestions), but I am curious as to what sort of looks we’ll get as my precious lovey (who, for the record, we cherish and love very much AND who we’ve never left at a lake, never starved, and always brought with us when we moved to a new house) reads his story to the rest of the class. Should we expect a call from social services…
Or negotiate a contract with Disney?