| | I just read a creation story by my friend Bri and thought it would be fun to do one...It turned out a little strange.
Bobby was playing with paints again. Marie was supposed to be babysitting him but she was busy talking on the phone. No one ever paid attention to Robby. All they did was coo at him and talk in funny talk that made no sense. Bobby was tired of it. And he was tired of sitting still too. Bobby looked back at his picture. It looked like a brown smudge with a hat on top. He sighed. Bobby would never get it right. And now he had run out of paper. He sighed and looked around. Mommy had said not to draw on the floor. And Daddy told him no furniture. But then, Bobby saw what he could draw on! Bobby inched over to Daddy's big wooden ball and pushed it over to his paints. Bobby was excited. This was fun. He took his blue paints and painted in big blotches. These were called oceans, he decided. He liked that word. The green splotches would be continents. Bobby giggled and added big yellow splotches too. Deserts. Bobby dipped his brush in the white and smeared it over the green. Ice. He thought to himself happily. Then he leaned back to look at his creation. It needed more color. He dipped his fingers in colors and sprinkled them on the green, making flowers and trees, and forests. Bobby giggled louder and clapped his hands. But he was missing something. Bobby crawled over to his craft box. He dove in and clutched at the clay. The box fell over but he didn't care. Marie wouldn't even notice. Bobby toddled back to his globe and stuck little pieces of clay onto it. Animals. He thought decidedly, shoving clay together to make different shapes. Bobby sat there for a minute to stare at his work. Then he turned and waved good bye to Marie. Marie didn't look. Bobby grinned and stepped into the earth. |
| | Posted 9/24/2006 12:46 PM - 2 Views - 2 eProps - 1 Comment
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