Thursday, August 24, 2006
A voice in need of an illustrator.
Since Ekatarina and Ashley went home I have enjoyed delightful conversations - with both of them of course, but it is Ekatarina who weaves such magical ideas through our chats.
Suddenly she will say that my voice has gone flying round the world, but it will get back to me. We have talked a lot about the magic of voices getting from one place to another by phone.
Today she invented the word "boinging" - voices were boinging along the telephone wires as we talked.
So today I wrote a little story for her and I would like to share it with you.
Most of the ideas come from Ekatarina of course.
Grandma was quietly sitting in her room and suddenly she was surprised because a voice was flying by her in a great hurry.
It was a lovely voice with a tinkling sort of laugh.
“Out of my way” sang the voice, “I must get all round the world and back to Ekatarina before she notices that I have gone travelling.”
And so Grandma knew then that Ekatarina’s voice went on exciting adventures.
It went slipping and sliding along the wires.
It went boing boing along the telephone lines and even sometimes went up into space and bounced back down to earth again.
Suddenly Ekatarina’s voice suggested that Grandma’s voice could go travelling round the world too and so they went together.
Their voices hurried and scurried until they got to Sydney in Australia.
The voices told each other how much they liked the bridge in Sydney.
Then they did a huge leap and landed at Alice Springs and saw Ayres Rock at sunset time.
They even went to see the mountains called The Bungle Bungles!
Their voices went springing on and on, sometimes the voices sounded high and sometimes they went low – and sometimes they sounded all bubbly. That was when they went under the sea to see the mermaids and the corals and the fish.
After a few times going round the world, Ekatarina’s voice said in her lovely happy way that it was time to get back to Ekatarina, who was wondering where her voice had gone.
Grandma’s voice also decided that Grandma would be unhappy without her own voice to talk to Grandad with.
So the voices went dancing back to their homes.
The End.
Suddenly she will say that my voice has gone flying round the world, but it will get back to me. We have talked a lot about the magic of voices getting from one place to another by phone.
Today she invented the word "boinging" - voices were boinging along the telephone wires as we talked.
So today I wrote a little story for her and I would like to share it with you.
Most of the ideas come from Ekatarina of course.
Grandma was quietly sitting in her room and suddenly she was surprised because a voice was flying by her in a great hurry.
It was a lovely voice with a tinkling sort of laugh.
“Out of my way” sang the voice, “I must get all round the world and back to Ekatarina before she notices that I have gone travelling.”
And so Grandma knew then that Ekatarina’s voice went on exciting adventures.
It went slipping and sliding along the wires.
It went boing boing along the telephone lines and even sometimes went up into space and bounced back down to earth again.
Suddenly Ekatarina’s voice suggested that Grandma’s voice could go travelling round the world too and so they went together.
Their voices hurried and scurried until they got to Sydney in Australia.
The voices told each other how much they liked the bridge in Sydney.
Then they did a huge leap and landed at Alice Springs and saw Ayres Rock at sunset time.
They even went to see the mountains called The Bungle Bungles!
Their voices went springing on and on, sometimes the voices sounded high and sometimes they went low – and sometimes they sounded all bubbly. That was when they went under the sea to see the mermaids and the corals and the fish.
After a few times going round the world, Ekatarina’s voice said in her lovely happy way that it was time to get back to Ekatarina, who was wondering where her voice had gone.
Grandma’s voice also decided that Grandma would be unhappy without her own voice to talk to Grandad with.
So the voices went dancing back to their homes.
The End.
