Today I sat with Ruby at the writing center. After she was done coloring some bears, I asked her if she’d like to tell me a bear story, and that I would write it down, and later, read it to the class. She agreed with enthusiasm. Here is her story, as well as I can remember it:
“The bears were walking. Then they saw a store. There were people in it. The bears ate all the people. And the kids were all safe. Then the bears saw a strange house. There were robbers in it. The bears went in and got caught. But then they got away and they ate all the robbers. The end.”
This story had an electrifying effect on my class, when I read it to them at storytime.
Owen said, his eyes gleaming, “Was there blood?!”
“No,” I said firmly, “there was no mention of blood.”
I changed the subject. “Tomorrow I’ll be at the writing center if you’d like me to write down your bear story.”
“Mine is going to be scary!” said Owen.
“Mine is going to be really scary!” said Swimmy.
I think I will be surrounded by boys and scary bear stories tomorrow. I can’t wait.