Miles
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“Can I tell you a story?”
“OK. A short one.”
“How short?”
“As short as your finger.”
“Which finger? This one, or this one, or this one, or this one, or this one?”
“As short as this one here.”
“How about this one?”
“No, I like the one I chose.”
“Morris is so CUUUTE! He’s a wasp!”
“Is he? Don’t pesk his head, I want him to sleep.”
“OK. Now. What animal?”
“Um. How about… well. A wasp?”
“No, wasps have stings.”
“So?”
“How about a pika.”
“No, you always tell me stories about pikas. How about a snake?”
“No, snakes are scary.”
“How about a manatee?”
“I think I’ll do a bat.”
“Oh, OK.”
“Yes. A bat named Batman.”
“A bat named… OK. Go.”
“Once upon a time there was a bat named Batman, and he could fly and crawl along. And he thought he heard something scary, so he went to see, but it was just Robin, his partner. So they were flying along and then they heard something like this: SSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS. And it was SSSS-ing along, and they flew down to see it. And they thought it was a snake. But it was just a dragon. So it was Robin’s friend, because Robin liked dragons. And then they thought they heard something spotty, so they went to see, and it was a pika.”
“Goodness. But pikas aren’t spotty.”
“This was a spotty pika, with eyes.”
“Gosh.”
“Yes. And it was Robin’s friend too, because Robin’s favourite animals are dragons AND pikas. And then – now they’re talking. “Look, Robin! I can go upside down on my head! And I can hop on my head! Bup bup bup!” “Wow, cool, Batman! So can I!””
“This story is getting quite long. I think it’s longer than your finger. Can you finish it up?”
“Yes. ….That was the end.”
