Once upon a time, Etwas the Elf was running through the forests of tall grass, under the canopies of clover and around the stems of the tall flowers. She saw something with hard and shiny armor about her own size on the side of a dandelion. She leapt forward hoping whatever it was would have a tail Etwas could pull.
When Etwas jumped around the dandelion, the pill bug was frightened and rolled itself up in a ball. Etwas was already in the air but didn't clear the balled up bug.
Her foot hit it right on the apogee and the inertia transferred from elf to insect. The pill bug started to roll downhill and Etwas back-stepped to stay balanced. The hill steepened and the rolling quickened but Etwas kept her balance and discovered that she could steer the pill bug by running down the left side or the right.
At the bottom of the hill, Etwas steered the bug so that it signed her name in the soft dirt and ever since then, whenever you see a pill bug in a ball, there's usually a little something nearby.
When Etwas jumped around the dandelion, the pill bug was frightened and rolled itself up in a ball. Etwas was already in the air but didn't clear the balled up bug.
Her foot hit it right on the apogee and the inertia transferred from elf to insect. The pill bug started to roll downhill and Etwas back-stepped to stay balanced. The hill steepened and the rolling quickened but Etwas kept her balance and discovered that she could steer the pill bug by running down the left side or the right.
At the bottom of the hill, Etwas steered the bug so that it signed her name in the soft dirt and ever since then, whenever you see a pill bug in a ball, there's usually a little something nearby.
Oh what wonderful bedtime stories Emma's going to grow up to!
ReplyDeleteThis is the very best idea you ever had.
ReplyDeleteYou're so sweet.
This is so cute, Doug.
ReplyDeleteYou can't call yourself an early onset curmudgeon anymore when you're writing stories for your little elf.
Pia, at least there should be plenty.
ReplyDeleteThanks, TLP. And shucks.
Jenn, even a wretch can have a bad day.