A Story by Catherine Age 6

While cleaning today, Mom found an aged manuscript bearing the words of a grand tale told by a six-year-old. With Mom as my scribe, this story was captured exactly the way I told it. Now, in digitally remastered glory, I present to you:

The Witch in the Kitch

There once was a pumpkin, a big pumpkin. Everybody wanted it. But there was a problem. Everybody could not have it because there was only one pumpkin. So, there was this little girl. She wanted it so much to make it like a jack-o-lantern. A happy one. But really, she said to herself,

“I want to make it my costume.”

But her mother said, “How can you ever make your pumpkin, a real pumpkin, your costume.”

“Cut out the head. Cut out the arms. Cut out the legs.”

So, her mom agreed with that. So, guess who got the pumpkin? The little girl! Hip, hip, hip, hip, hip, hip, hurrah!

And she was the fashion princess, because anyone who got the pumpkin would be the fashion queen, king, prince & so she was the pumpkin princess.

But that is not all. There was a villain in the town.

Guess what he was? He was a vampire and his wife was a witch so the vampire and the witch wanted to attack Dentaltown & so first they wanted to attack the little girl that got the great big pumpkin & so they said,

“We should kidnap the little girl that got the pumpkin.”

They had kidnapped lots of kids. But mostly the little girl escaped.

So, the wich said, “At night we should kidnap her.”

So, they woke up very, very late at night. But they hadn’t even known that it was morning. So, it was dark so, they thought it was night, but it was morning and so, the “Whos” forgot they left the stove open.

So, the witch smelled the roast beast so, she got caught in the oven. So, the vampire called, “No, no, no, no, no don’t go there!”

So, the vampire was all alone. And there was a net in the house and so, he want to the front door where the net was.

He got caught in the net. So, it was all morning so Cindy-loo-who, that’s the girl that got the pumpkin, she woke up very early in the morning. So, she tasted the roast beast. She said,

“This roast beast tastes like witch!”

So, she said a little rhyme:
“A witch in the ditch
I don’t kitch!
I just want roast beast!
A witch in . . .
That’s what I need
but not a witch
in this roast beast!”

So Cindy-loo-who went to the front door. She said,

“There is a vampire in this net!” So, she said, “I think that I should save the boys and girls, I should save them right now! I really want to go there.”

And so, she went on 259 the street. So, she found the house. She was so surprised their address was 259 she went into the house.

She said, “This is the very yuckiest house that I have ever been in!”

So, she crept to the tower she was so shocked she said, “There’s lots of boys and girls in this. Who stole you?” She said.

The boys and girls shouted together, “A witch and a vampire stole us!”

The little girl said, “I could help you get out of here!”

“No, you couldn’t!”

“Why not?”

All the boys and girls said, “Because, the witch and the vampire will catch us.”

“No, they won’t.”

“Why not?”

“Because,” said the little girl, “The witch got caught in our stove and the vampire got caught in the net!”

So, the little boys and girls just stared at her.

So, she said, “Don’t stare, just come on! Follow me!”

So, they followed the little girl. So, they got back home again.

The End.

 

Advertisements

Published by

Cat

I am a 7-year-old​ stuck in a twenty-something's body. I enjoy long walks on the beach and peanut butter on waffles. If the following combinations of letters mean anything to you: OYAN, LotR, F.R.O.G., AiO, OBPC, DIY Then we can be friends. And if not, we still can be friends!

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s