I came home from work last night and found a series of colorful notes and pictures on the counter. They were all from the youngest Veenie Baby, Paige.
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Dear Dad,
I want you to put this in one of your books. This picture is about a girl who made friends with a alien. But the girl use to fight with all the aliens. Please put it in your book. Thank you.
From: Paige Elaine (#1 God – #2 Dad)
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I don’t know if that last bit represents some kind of scorecard between me and God or what, but I decided to save everything regardless. To tell the truth, I wasn’t really planning on writing a story about a girl who makes friends with aliens, but I changed my mind this morning when Paige woke up with strep throat.
She was so miserable, curled up on my lap, listing all of her aches and symptoms in a despondent voice. I wanted to take her mind off it, so I asked her to tell me more about her story. That’s when she insisted I boot up my teeny-tiny computer and start typing it immediately.
She can be like that sometimes (okay, most of the time).
So yeah, It was kind of hard to type with her in my lap. Her constant editorial criticisms made it even harder, but we got ‘er done, and here it is. Tell us what you think.
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She was so miserable, curled up on my lap, listing all of her aches and symptoms in a despondent voice. I wanted to take her mind off it, so I asked her to tell me more about her story. That’s when she insisted I boot up my teeny-tiny computer and start typing it immediately.
She can be like that sometimes (okay, most of the time).
So yeah, It was kind of hard to type with her in my lap. Her constant editorial criticisms made it even harder, but we got ‘er done, and here it is. Tell us what you think.
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Friends
By Paige Elaine Veen (and ghostwriter)
Once upon a time, a girl named Tiffany was sleeping in her bed. Suddenly her room filled up with light and she woke up and said, “What’s going on?”
She saw the light was coming from outside her window, so she looked out and saw something floating in the air over her yard. It was pink and black, and at first she thought it was a cool looking Frisbee. But then the light sort of grabbed hold of her and pulled her out into the night sky. She was really scared, but she didn’t cry, even though the light was pulling her up into the big, floating disc.
Tiffany drifted in through an opening in the side, and found herself in a little room surrounded by green aliens. They came towards her and put metal cuffs around her ankles. She was still scared, but she had the courage to ask, “Why are you doing this to me?”
“Because you look so weird and different.” Their leader answered. Then he sent her down to the prison and the aliens locked her up in a cage.
It was still night, and Tiffany was still tired, so even though she was terribly frightened, she eventually fell asleep. When she woke up, she didn’t feel so good. There had been a guard watching her, and when he noticed her sickness, he sent for the alien nurse, Tressia.
The nurse checked the girl over and decided that she had the flu. She gave her some alien medicine, and Tiffany started to feel better, but Tressia felt bad for her. That night, when all the other aliens were asleep, Tressia snuck back into the prison and led Tiffany back to the door in the spaceship.
“What are you doing?” Tiffany asked.
“I’m helping you,” the nurse answered. “I think it’s wrong to kidnap people because they look different, and so I’ve landed the spaceship near your house.”
“But I thought you couldn’t help me, don’t all the aliens hate me?”
Tressia smiled. “Well I’m a nurse. Nurses are supposed to be nice. Right?”
“Well you’re an alien, you’re different from me.”
Tressia just stood there and opened the outside door. Tiffany looked out and could see her yard. “Go,” the nurse said, “you should be with your family.”
Tiffany was so grateful, she gave the alien nurse a big hug. And so they were friends.
The little girl got off the spaceship, and walked up her yard towards her house. As the spaceship flew away, Tiffany couldn’t help but think that no matter how different two people were – they could still be friends.
The end.
Paige, Dad, and Brooke from the Daddy/Daughter Dance from a few weeks back. Brooke wants to get in on the story action, so expect another very similar post in the near future.
She saw the light was coming from outside her window, so she looked out and saw something floating in the air over her yard. It was pink and black, and at first she thought it was a cool looking Frisbee. But then the light sort of grabbed hold of her and pulled her out into the night sky. She was really scared, but she didn’t cry, even though the light was pulling her up into the big, floating disc.
Tiffany drifted in through an opening in the side, and found herself in a little room surrounded by green aliens. They came towards her and put metal cuffs around her ankles. She was still scared, but she had the courage to ask, “Why are you doing this to me?”
“Because you look so weird and different.” Their leader answered. Then he sent her down to the prison and the aliens locked her up in a cage.
It was still night, and Tiffany was still tired, so even though she was terribly frightened, she eventually fell asleep. When she woke up, she didn’t feel so good. There had been a guard watching her, and when he noticed her sickness, he sent for the alien nurse, Tressia.
The nurse checked the girl over and decided that she had the flu. She gave her some alien medicine, and Tiffany started to feel better, but Tressia felt bad for her. That night, when all the other aliens were asleep, Tressia snuck back into the prison and led Tiffany back to the door in the spaceship.
“What are you doing?” Tiffany asked.
“I’m helping you,” the nurse answered. “I think it’s wrong to kidnap people because they look different, and so I’ve landed the spaceship near your house.”
“But I thought you couldn’t help me, don’t all the aliens hate me?”
Tressia smiled. “Well I’m a nurse. Nurses are supposed to be nice. Right?”
“Well you’re an alien, you’re different from me.”
Tressia just stood there and opened the outside door. Tiffany looked out and could see her yard. “Go,” the nurse said, “you should be with your family.”
Tiffany was so grateful, she gave the alien nurse a big hug. And so they were friends.
The little girl got off the spaceship, and walked up her yard towards her house. As the spaceship flew away, Tiffany couldn’t help but think that no matter how different two people were – they could still be friends.
The end.
Paige, Dad, and Brooke from the Daddy/Daughter Dance from a few weeks back. Brooke wants to get in on the story action, so expect another very similar post in the near future.
16 comments:
That story was so cute! And your girls are beautiful! :)
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Please tell Paige I love it!
Extremely cute story. I can see you're raising a second generation writer. Your girls are lovely. Gosh they've sure grown in the last year!
You're a great dad. :-)
And your girls are lovely.
Give it a Cadberry medal, or a Caldwell, or some award...
Tell Paige a crazy lady from PA thinks she's a very talented writer. And, just because we're different (I'm crazy and she's not) doesn't mean we can't be friends.;-)
Too cute!!! Love it!
Too cute!!! Love it!
Boy, that story kind of makes my runny poo poem look like...well, runny poo.
Your daughter has talent! I love the alien name, Tressia. Did she make that up?! Give that a girl a high five from me!
It must be so satisfying to know you've influenced your daughters' thinking - they are emulating you. How cool is that??
Writing rocks. Please tell your daughter that she is a natural writer. Must run in the BPV genes.
Loved it! There's nothing better than a get-better story!
haha-cute. Love it.
LOVED THE STORY!!
Of course I loved the story and was absolutely thrilled with her creativity. But I have to ask...how did she know about alien abduction? (P.S. Love her to pieces!She is a true original.)
Wow, V, that's such a cool story. How amazing to have your little Veenie Baby getting all creative! Don't let her forget about the idea...maybe someday she could actually do something with it. I still plan on doing something with my very first writing idea (when I was seven I wrote a book for a school project about an enormous bunny that took over the school and tried to eat my sister. Still working out the kinks, but I think its got potential!)
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