Hello, gentle bloggers, and welcome to story time here on Not A Violin.
Curl up with our friends in the moss terrarium, and treat yourself to this tale, as typed on my 1930's Corona typewriter by the small boy brother of one of my students this afternoon.
"Untitled"
by small brother
once apen a time thear was a boy and he was vere avaeroos boy and his father sead do not go out fo the fens other wise you will get eantn by th woolf but he went out of the fens becant he was bord then he ran into the hous and he sead the wollf was after him so his father came out with his gun ttto kill the woolf but it was fack then he did it agen and his father did com ven it was the wollf so the boy did die!
The end.
6 comments:
Oh man, oulipo. This must have been so hard to type accurately.
(also, NICE PHOTO on there.)
I wish that small boy brother was here. I could walk with him to the place I know on the local golf-course where we would admire that wolf's cousin, the city coyote.
No, mom, no! Didn't you read to the end of the story? That sounds like a very dangerous idea indeed... and he did die!
did you put both the figurines in one terrarium? that's great! and. HE DID DIE!!!
Nope, mine came with two! Bonus! Sitting on one rock.
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