Shhh... I'm not really blogging.

It's almost three in the morning, and Zorak and I are supposed to be asleep... so pretend you don't see me, ok?

Anyhow, been a busy day, but mostly I had to share this story from today. James wrote another wonderful story. Our discussion during his reading of it went like this:

James: (opening the first page of The Beautiful Rainbow; A Picture Book)

"Once upon a time, there was a lovely rainbow that lived for many years..."

*flips page: page 2 has a picture of a boy crumpling up the rainbow into a multi-colored ball*

"One day, in the third year of the Rainbow's living, a mean boy came and crushed the Rainbow into a ball. He carried it off, thinking to himself, 'I will take this to my Mother. She will love it.' "

Me: Um, why is he mean if he's thinking of his mother?
James: Oh, well that's the conflict in the story. He's thinking of his mother, but he's taking the rainbow away from everyone else.
Me: Ohhhhhhh...
James:

"Along the way, the Rainbow fell from his pocket. He wondered where it had gone."

*flips to page 3: the Rainbow-ball bounces across the page and a bubbled voice over from the right hand side says, "Where'd it go?"*

"The boy didn't realize the Rainbow had gone right back where it belonged, and there it lived..."
*flip: The Rainbow is now back in arch formation across page 4*
"...for the rest of its many years."

Yup, a good story simply must have conflict.

Have a lovely Sunday, all!
Dy