Observations, Confessions, and Exasperations of the Not-Quite-Right Reverend Travis A. Naughton
Friday, February 10, 2006
The King and the Play-Doh Castle
By Alexander Naughton, age five:
In a far away land there lived a brave king in a big Play-Doh castle. His name was King Albert. He had a good life in that castle. A very, very good life. One day, a prince came and said to the king, "How is your life? How have you been? I want to take over your kingdom. And you should find some other kingdom! So, OUT, OUT, OUT!"
The king said, "You can't do that. You don't even know who I am!"
The prince said, "OK then. I'll fight you for it."
"Alrighty then. Let's see what you got! If you win you can keep the castle. If you lose then I keep the castle."
Then they started fighting with their swords. They had a fearless fight. Everyone else had fears except the king and prince. They were standing on a really narrow bridge. The prince slipped and the king caught him. The prince didn't really slip he was just trying to make the king be worried and fall. But the king figured out it was a trick and he made all his knights come and arrest the prince. They put him in the dungeon and they lived happily ever after.
The End.
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3 comments:
Yep, he really wrote it. He dictated it and I typed. Writing might be in his genes. He is his daddy's son. Poor kid.
well done, little grasshopper...
Good job, Alex!
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