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Sweet Little Story Teller

Updated on March 16, 2017
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Sheila wrote a series of picture books about a quizzical lizard named Mr. Ses! She loves to share moving children's stories with you!

Alba loved the park and liked to tell stories! Perhaps, she was a sweet little liar?
Alba loved the park and liked to tell stories! Perhaps, she was a sweet little liar? | Source

Alba Noticed a Flock of Small Birds Over the Horizon

Alba was walking in a colorful park with her uncle, and noticed a flock of small birds flying all around.

“What’s that?” Alba asked.

“Why, that’s merely a group of little birds migrating to a warmer spot, since the cold and frosty winter spell is on its way,” alleged Sire Frisbee.

“Fascinating,” cried Alba. “A flock of birds, huh. Well, I once saw three birds, as large as cows fly across a soaring line of pine trees. They effortlessly landed on a vast lake, and afterwards swiftly lunged into the acid water to catch hold of a great, white shark with fangs. After that, they chucked it around like a Frisbee, and I watched them guzzle it down their long slender necks in one enormous bite. When they got, tired of fooling around they stopped.”

“Really,” said Sire Frisbee! “How remarkable, and have you heard that the green ground we are walking on hastily, and abruptly will nip the thinking of people who like to utter a flock of lies.”

“Ah, truthfully sir,” cried Alba with a nervous twitch in her right eye. “Well, perhaps the birds were actually seagulls flying over a nearby millpond fishing for snails to scuff through their tiny bills.”

"Maybe," he said while raising an eyebrow in suspicion.

They stopped to fix their tender eyes on the lofty beauty of the park and noted the towering city skyline from afar.

Birds as Large as Cows Flew Across a Soaring Line of Buildings

“Why, that’s merely a group of little birds migrating to a warmer spot, since the cold and frosty winter spell is on its way,” alleged Sire Frisbee.

“Fascinating,” cried Alba. “A flock of birds, huh. Well, I once saw three birds, as large as cows fly across a soaring line of sky scrapers. They effortlessly landed on a vast lake, and afterwards swiftly lunged into the acid water to catch hold of a great, white shark with fangs. After that, they chucked it around like a Frisbee, and I watched them guzzle it down their long slender necks in one enormous bite. When they got, tired of fooling around they stopped.”


Seagulls Were Flying over a Millpond Fishing for Snails Too

“Really,” whispered Sire Frisbee! “How remarkable, and have you heard that the green ground we are walking on hastily, and abruptly will nip the thinking of people who like to utter a flock of lies.”

“Ah, truthfully sir,” cried Alba with a nervous twitch in her right eye. “Well, perhaps the birds were actually seagulls flying over a nearby millpond fishing for snails to scuff through their tiny bills.”

"Maybe," he alleged while raising an eyebrow in suspicion.

They stopped to fix their tender eyes on the lofty beauty of the park and noted the towering city skyline from afar.

It Was Merely a Lovely Bluebird Chirping, Sire Frisbee!

"It was merely a lovely bluebird eating a blueberry."
"It was merely a lovely bluebird eating a blueberry." | Source

I Thought of Tossing My Old Frisbee over a Dire Bridge

“Now, I remember,” stated Alba in exacerbation. “It was merely a lovely parrot resting on a blueberry bush, eating a luscious potato and chirping.”

“Perhaps,” said Sire Frisbee with a regretful gaze. “It was probably a charming and fleeting bluebird, eating a seed that fell off a tree. Now, Alba unless you were only joking to get a silly, witty badge, you shouldn't ever get into the wicked habit of telling lies to impress people. You risk your friends joking about you and calling you a sweet, little liar.”

The cute, little blue birds chirped, "Yes" to Sir Frisbee as they nodded their heads up and down. They also sang a sweet melody that said Alba had told a sweet, little story today!

"Yes, this is true Sire! I dreadfully exaggerated, and was carried away to impress you! This is when I thought of chucking my old Frisbee over this dire bridge. I'm sorry Uncle Frisbee."

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© 2012 Sheila Craan

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    Ghaelach 4 years ago

    Morning Sheila,

    Your story leaves me with two lines of thought.

    The one thought is how wise of uncle David explaining about the problems of telling lies and the second is, isn't it wonderful the imagination that children have.

    Birds as big as cows and attacking a great white shark.

    There must be a story somewhere there.

    Lovely hub.

    LOL Ghaelach

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