Last year, Thomas was given writing time during the school day. His writings were always interesting and off-kilter, and varied from space journeys to Indiana Jones-like islander adventures (involving the appropriately named Illinois James) to underwater escapades to haunted house mysteries. But I was surprised to come across an entry called Baby Book vol. 1. This is what I found:
Matt the cat was up at bat when a fat rat sat on his hat. Matt swatted at the cat with a flat mat. But that rat was a brat so he spat on poor Matt the cat, who was at bat.
Mail will be brought by a male quail, who likes to flail. He will not fail. He hit a rail. "I will not fail!" he wailed, as he flailed his tail. He gave his mail to a snail, with a boat with a sail, with a loose nail. The snail failed. The mail quail bailed.
Gary the merry fairy carried berries to a scary prairie. Barry buried these berries. Gary then brought cherries to that scary prairie, this time by ferry. Gary was soon very weary, so he went to the ordinary library.
Kate went to the gate to get a crate. Kate will wait. It got late. "This is not great! Where is my crate?" asked Kate. Just then eight crates came through a grate. "Great!" said Kate, no longer frustrated.
Chinese cheese was put on skis. It began to freeze. Suddenly it saw peas and bees. The cheese landed on a trapeze. It began to sneeze and wheeze.
Bob's pet was wet with sweat. Bob's pet will get a jet. The pet is no threat to the vet yet. The pet will forget the duet with Paulette. The pet plays the clarinet.
If only P.D. Eastman was still alive to illustrate these, I think we'd have a best seller.
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Wow! We've been away for two weeks and what a feast of posts we have missed!!! I do hope that Thomas gets to be a journalist on his school paper (he seems to have earned it), and that Frederick is still happy at Manley. And all the video stuff is getting SO sophisticated. before long Thomas will be posting I guess.
Happy knitting - and great mosaic.
xMargaret
Thank God you're back! It was getting depressing seeing NO comments. After a week Jami got worried but I said "wait and see if we get postcards from Formenterra" and sure enough, two arrived. They were two that you two had sent previously, but I imagine the selection is a little slim... I imagine you are both brown as berries and ready for some serious television watching.
Pretty brown, very relaxed AND glad to be home. Formentera is not Alaska. Two weeks is a few days too much but a week is not enough. We're beginning to plan swapping the study with the very little bedroom with a view to accommodating growing young persons. It will mean the purging of many books. Imagine the pain and negotiation involved. NO - don't even think about it!
Meanwhile your father actually keeps records of postcards he has sent - so, don't tell him that his system has broken down. He would be mortified. But then he's old enough to take it!
xM
UPDATE: this very day, two more, this time ENTIRELY NEW, postcards arrived. They even SAID things that were entirely new. No, we did NOT know that the word "salary" comes from the word for salt! How ignorant we were. And yet so blissful...
Yes, I'm deeply mortified. When I think of the trouble I went to! The selection of postcards on the island isn't bad, actually, but most of them are a bit boring, if pretty. And year after year they are the same selection: the one with the big fig tree, the one with the pretty purple flowers on the edge of the cliff, the one of the fortified church in San Francesc ...
Among other evidences of self-obsession that Horace would have fiercely disapproved of is telling people the same thing twice ...
Meanwhile if anyone should want to do some mosaic the plate outside this house which says Hickling Cottage is so faded now that it's almost unreadable.
Meanwhile the videos: I don't understand them. I feel that they are Literature, which I define as a form of communication based on concepts so sophisticated that only the elect can understand them. Watching them is very easy, though: it's almost hypnotic, all the little whatsits jumping up and down to the catchy tunes. But what does it all MEAN, Thomas?
I like the baby book. Suggest it's put for publication to the guy who wrote The Cat in the Hat.
No doubt we will be kept informed about the school paper saga. I am chewing my fingernails with the suspense.
What is Frederick interested in these days?
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