Elliot says...

Why shouldn't a seven-year-old have a blog? A father poses questions and a son answers directly, honestly, and candidly with the directness, honesty, and candor that only a seven-year-old can bring. Dictated and moderated by AmsterdamAsp , these are the words of Elliot himself: simple and complex observations of the world from the mind of a six-year-old...

Saturday, March 17, 2007

You reallly want to write again? OK -- what?

boat [typed by Elliot himself]

He searched to find, and found a cow! Then, that cow -- but he, he wanted to buy. Then he went to the store, and then he bought a bat. He tried to hit but no one says he thought it was an egg. But he kept it as an egg.

And the fisher searched to find a fish. But all that he could find was mosses hanging in the sea. And then a cowboy started climbing. He searched over the ground. He found a cookie in the grass. The grass was on the meadow. He looked into the sky, but all that he could see was the blue sky. And all the birds he saw.

A policeman traveled by. He searched to find a bad guy. He found a bad guy to take to jail. He put him in jail, and then he went.

The End.

3 Comments:

Anonymous Anonymous said...

Great job! Is that your first story that you have ever written? It was gripping! Aunt Anna says "Super good job typing!"

Uncle Sam

22:45  
Blogger Heather said...

i wish i could type as well as you.

19:23  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Hello Elliot!
It's nice to see that you're blogging again. I'm back in Amsterdam and it would sure be nice to see you!

19:11  

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