Saturday's Storyteller: "Look at the pretty stars."
by Belinda Roddie
Look at the pretty stars. They are pretty. They sparkle and they tell lots of stories. Daddy says if you look hard enough, they make shapes. I see them. One looks like a kite, but Daddy tells me I'm not looking hard enough.
He says the diamond is a man named Orion. But he doesn't look like a man to me. Daddy tries to make me see his sword and his armor, but I don't see it. I just see lots of pretty dots making triangles and squares. One looks like a big pot. Daddy calls it the Big Dipper.
Mommy is one of the stars. Daddy told me so. He told me she became a star after she left one day. The last time I saw her, she was in a white room, lying in a white bed with white sheets. There were lots of pretty flowers around her. Red and purple and white flowers. They looked like little fireworks in jars. Daddy gave Mommy a big bouquet.
Now she's up in the big blue sky. And she's really really pretty. When you look at the stars, I hope you can find her. She's right next to the brightest star out there. Daddy calls it the Northern Star. So my mommy helps out that big bright star all the time so people don't lose their way.
Are you by your window looking at the stars? Maybe your brother's a star, too. Or Granddaddy. Maybe we'll all be stars one day. And we'll all make a big old pot in the sky. Like the Big Dipper. Only not.
This week's prompt was provided by Arden Kilzer.
Look at the pretty stars. They are pretty. They sparkle and they tell lots of stories. Daddy says if you look hard enough, they make shapes. I see them. One looks like a kite, but Daddy tells me I'm not looking hard enough.
He says the diamond is a man named Orion. But he doesn't look like a man to me. Daddy tries to make me see his sword and his armor, but I don't see it. I just see lots of pretty dots making triangles and squares. One looks like a big pot. Daddy calls it the Big Dipper.
Mommy is one of the stars. Daddy told me so. He told me she became a star after she left one day. The last time I saw her, she was in a white room, lying in a white bed with white sheets. There were lots of pretty flowers around her. Red and purple and white flowers. They looked like little fireworks in jars. Daddy gave Mommy a big bouquet.
Now she's up in the big blue sky. And she's really really pretty. When you look at the stars, I hope you can find her. She's right next to the brightest star out there. Daddy calls it the Northern Star. So my mommy helps out that big bright star all the time so people don't lose their way.
Are you by your window looking at the stars? Maybe your brother's a star, too. Or Granddaddy. Maybe we'll all be stars one day. And we'll all make a big old pot in the sky. Like the Big Dipper. Only not.
This week's prompt was provided by Arden Kilzer.
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