So the Pillowfight Fairy has firmly decided that she likes the Winnie the Pooh stories. Note that these are the original A.A. Milne stories, with the illustrations by Ernest H. Shepard--not the red-shirted Pooh of Disney.
Today, during quiet time (known as "nap time" to everyone else, except that the Fairy has decided she doesn't do naps anymore, so she has "quiet time" instead), she decided that A.A. Milne hadn't done enough Winnie-The-Pooh stories, and so she decided to write a little fan fiction.
When I came home today, she presented me with a lovely tape-bound six-page illustrated work of new stories. Aside from the pervasive nihilistic undertones and glorification of gratuitous violence that seem to be a hallmark of her individual writing style, and the occasional misspelling, I was duly impressed.
I decided to share with y'all the fruits of her labor. And in case anyone asks, these works are Copyright 2008, The Pillowfight Fairy. (Which means by publishing them on the web, I'm probably getting in legal trouble. Thankfully, we haven't explained to the Fairy about lawyers yet....)
By the way, sorry about the scans truncating letters off of the pages. The pages the Fairy used happen to be just a wee bit bigger than the scanner glass, and the Fairy likes to "Explore the Space," as it were....
(She also loves the More Cowbell skit that made that phrase famous....)
Tuesday, August 12, 2008
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I remember in college, when your brother Rick would do some of his artwork, me and the other engineers would look at it as though it were magic.
I never told him this, but I would often later go back to my dorm room and actually try and draw something. I have been trying for a long time.
To this day, your daughter's (excellent) work looks like Michelangelo's Pieta in comparison to mine.
You said, Aside from the pervasive nihilistic undertones and glorification of gratuitous violence that seem to be a hallmark of her individual writing style, ...
Don't feel too bad. One day I was driving around town with my (then) 3 y/o son. I looked at him in the rearview mirror and asked him what he was thinking.
His response?
He clenched his little fist in front of his face and said "Power! ... Riches! ... Revenge! Hahahahaha ..."
Looking for the nearest church to rush him to, I pulled into a Synagogue. Close enough.
(He's 4.5 y/o now, and still does that.)
Excellent!
My kids like to put on plays. The best part of them is when they act out scenes in which kids are disciplined by the parents.
Yeah, my kids do that too! In fact, just a couple of days ago they were taking turns being the "disobedient" child, and being the avenging parent.
And yesterday they had composed a little song that involved playing with vegetables. The first line of the each verse was: "Chili pepper, Chili pepper, on my knee...." And the last line of the final verse went like "Here comes Mommy, it's time to flee."
But my personal favorite (within the last month) came after the Fairy had learned how King Narmer of Upper Egypt defeated his Lower Egypt rival, and then created a composite crown incorporating his white crown with his rival's red crown. The Fairy had made a red and a white crown as a related craft project. And then she and her sister decided to stage reenactments of the battle in our living room while wearing the crowns. They took turns being the victor and the vanquished. Each time, of course, victor would steal the vanquished's crown and wear it on top of her own. (And, it would appear, some of the time Lower Egypt won....)
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