In scanning through unpublished posts I found this story my daughter had written last year, when she was six. Charming, isn't it?
Once wen I was littl I was a tinye maplseed. A prson pict me up and plantid me in his backyord. Evry day he would wottr me. Ovr and ovr. I grow and grow. One day I was a littl sprowt! The child cept wottring me. A nuthr day I was a littl maple tree! Oh isnt that icsiting! One yer latre I was a maple tree. I felt tall. That house was no longgr a house it was a reshtront war pepl had brecfist. The pepl who workt thar yosd my maple serup to put on the pancakes that they made thar. I stil stand thar. I like it thar. Good by.
4 comments:
That is quite a charming story. I enjoyed the spelling, too. I felt like I was decoding.
It needs to be illustrated. Lovely!
That is unbelievably sweet (although I loved the one about dragons, poison and zombies too).
Looks like something Ada would write (topically and the spelling with minimal # of vowels).
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