The Storyteller

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I entered the backyard through the trees, Throwing myself down into the white snow; I rolled until I was totally covered- even hair, And for extra effect I threw snow in my face. But I did not know Grandma was watching me, I opened the kitchen door crying for my Mommy; She came running saying, oh dear what happened, Some big boys pushed me in the snow even my face. Then I noticed Grandma at the kitchen table smiling, She winked at me . . she was quite the storyteller, too. ______________________________ May 5, 2016 Poetry/Free Verse/The Storyteller Copyright Protected, ID 16-786-855-0 All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.

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Sneha Rv

Date: 5/8/2016 6:44:00 AM

This is so sweet!! All the best in the contest!! :) :)

Joanna Daniel

Date: 5/6/2016 4:49:00 AM

I liked this story:) excellent:)

Constance La France
Date: 5/6/2016 6:50:00 PM

Jo, thanks for the excellent !

The Grahamburglar

Date: 5/5/2016 8:32:00 PM

This was fun. My daughter is three...she's already learning that drama will get her attention...ahaha...at least we don't have grandma around encouraging those precocious behaviors. ;) I really liked this, BW.

Constance La France
Date: 5/6/2016 6:52:00 PM

Its only the beginning for your daughter, Graham, I was very dramatic as a kid and creative, and grandma was wrapped around my finger.. thanks for visiting ~