Our youngest son, Aidan, woke before the rest of us today. Never one to sit idly, he focused his first energies of the day into creative writing and illustration. The following silly story resulted.
Once upon a time, fifty states woke up from bed. (Of course, California and Texas -- because there wasn't a bed the size of them -- had to sleep on the ground.)
One day, Washington was taking a stroll on a spring grass knoll when he didn't even notice that up in the sky a rain cloud was watching him. The rain cloud said, "Lightning Bolt, STRIKE!" But there was no lightning.
The raincloud struggled up to a rusty white cloud. He knocked on it.
In a silly voice, the lightning bolt said, "Yes?"
"It's me, Rain Cloud. Strike that Washington state!"
"Yes, sir."
Since the lightning bolt was dumb, he missed thirty times in a row. Since the lightning bolt couldn't even strike, all he could do is poke himself in the belly.
Apparently, Texas heard all about it. He gathered up all the states (even Washington, when he got back). They made a plan.
But Lightning Bolt and Rain Cloud heard about that. They made an army.
One day, as the plan said, Washington went out again where he found the lightning and rain cloud. They had been waiting for him. He saw them and started talking to them. He said, "We don't we start battling each other. If my army wins, you turn to the good side. If you win, we turn to the dark side -- deal?"
"Deal!"
"Good. Charge!"
"Charge!"
Washington was in the front. But California and Texas didn't have a weapon. They didn't need one -- they used themselves. They just kept smacking guys on the ground.
Finally, the battle was over. The states had won. The other army would join the good side. They started to cry. But the good side gave the leader a mouse.
THE END
I'm not sure what he has against Washington state. We've never been there. And to our GWB-hating readers, I can assure you that it's merely coincidence that Aidan had Texas tossing his weight around and taking the states off to war.
