Week 11 Story: My Grandmother's Stories

Week 11 Story:

My Grandmother's Stories

Author's Notes: My story inspiration this week is from Iagoo, the Storyteller. This story is meant to introduce the character of Iagoo, as wise and wonderful storyteller. He has a way of winning the hearts of all those he comes across through his storytelling, specifically children. I wanted to follow a format similar by describing the amazing way someone could portray stories but with using a family member instead. This isn't particularly about my own grandmother but, this is just a general idea of a grandparent. Being idolized by her grandchildren for the way she tells them stories and does things for them. It will be told through the perspective of one of her grandchildren who is of a pretty decent age (maybe 17-24?) and recounting the moments they were invested in the tales their grandmother would tell to them.

My eyes never lit up as bright for anyone as they did for my Grandmother. My siblings and I never dismissed the ideas of any of the stories she wanted to tell. She seemed to know the mysteries that lurked in the forests, and could interpret the meanings from all creatures from land and sea. Her emotional understanding was only matched by her brilliant ability to captivate an audience even just by one sentence. All my life, I knew she had a strong connection to the outdoors, the spiritual ties to the world, and all the weird things you'd expect crazy old women to be passionate about. She never taught us to be prim and proper adults, but more so the fact that she taught us moral lessons that shaped who we are today.

Her favorite way to teach us was through storytelling. She had a vast variety of stories to tell and I honestly don't remember ever hearing the same one twice. She knew fairy tales from what seemed to be all regions, and had learned most of what she knows through her parents passing the stories down to her and generations of the same trend taking place. If there was on take away you could get from my grandmother, it was that the world was a mysterious and mystic place that was full of beauty advice if you ever desired it.

We all loved my grandmother. Every single one of us. It was like a floodgate would open when my parents announced that we'd go to visit for the weekend. I remember running to the car as soon as the doors opened and jumping around in my seat waiting until I could see even the roof of her home. She had this rug that sat out by a leather recliner that she loved to sit in. Around that rug sat myself and all of my siblings, eagerly waiting to see our grandmother. She would walk out with a tray of chocolate chip cookies that to this day, no one has been able to master the way she did it. It was like she had a magic spell on us because we almost lost all train of thought on anything else but her.

Visits to our grandmother's mostly occurred during the holiday season. Whether it was snowy glaze coating the cracked pavement or crisp orange leaves falling from the trees, she was always inspired to tell a tale. My favorite times were when we could bundle up in warm blankets and sip on hot cocoa while listening to fairy tales of heroes, princesses, magicians, and even pirates. I felt connected to all parts of the world when I got to hear stories from my grandmother. She never failed at rallying us up to her while giving my parents the break they definitely deserved.

Years have passed since I was able to meet with my grandmother for stories. As that time passed, she left us to float amongst the breeze by nature. She was free to swim with the dolphins and soar the skies with the eagles now. My heart still yearns to hear those stories once more, but I knew that I had to allow them to live on through me. I will pass down her legacy as a brilliant, wise storyteller who is loved by her family. I will instill deep relationships with the earth and sky to the people who give my tales a chance. To the people who are open to getting a feel for my grandmother, I wish for them to accept me with open arms and buckle up for a new insight on life.

Image: Grandma (Pixabay)
Bibliography: American Indian Fairy Tales by W.T. Larned, with illustrations by John Rae (Un-Textbook)

Reading Notes: American Indian Fairy Tales Part B

Reading Notes:

American Indian Fairy Tales Part B

The second half of the reading for this unit was filled nicely by cute stories of a moral reason to teach the children being spoken too. I get a very nostalgic feeling of an elderly family member spreading their wisdom to their grandchildren from this section more so than the previous one. I think it's really cool that each ending word of the story sentences left you hanging on each. The adverb choices and the adjective choices were well done in my opinion. It's clear that these stories are aimed towards children, and there's no overly complicated idea that you need to get and each word has a certain amount of power that even children can grasp the importance of. You want to go ahead and skip over the other words just to get to the point because you're excited to figure out what's going to happen next! I decided to listen to an audiobook version of these stories and I felt like I was a kid again; wanting to cheer for the characters or feeling like I could be more expressive with my reactions and interjections. Something I wish I got to take from this story to further develop my story on my project would be to bring animal creatures to life and really build out a story path like this. The stories are pretty long since they are multiple pages but the actual stories go by pretty quickly as well, and I'm not sure I could be this creative with my writing. I would love to take this into consideration for the ending of my tale though! I want to be able to make enticing imagery based on my word choice, while also not being too over the top or hard to understand. Overall this was a fun read!


Image: Sunset (Wikipedia)
Bibliography:  American Indian Fairy Tales by W.T. Larned, with illustrations by John Rae (Un-Textbook)

Reading Notes: American Indian Fairy Tales Part A

Reading Notes:

American Indian Fairy Tales Part A

Transitioning into the second week of reading this unit, it was a crazy transition for me. The first story unit I read was a tad more brutal in nature for each character whereas this story is a lot more focused on love and rewarding the good. I can see why this is titled a "fairy tale" story genre just from the feel good nature in the actions of the characters, as well as the happy endings each story possessed. Something really cool about this unit of the reading was that it built off the first story that gave information about a storyteller. Then it was that storyteller to continue to tell the rest of the stories throughout the unit. The also kept the storyteller's introduction the shortest story but also the longest story. It's like it completely engulfs the other ones in the first section because the storyteller from story one is the one telling the other stories so it's like a continuation of his story, just with different content. They also set up the stories well to appeal to youthful individuals who want a happy ending and continue to follow the arc of a nice, down-to-earth character lead. You feel so wholesome after reading or listening to some of these tales and it's a sweet way to warm your heart, as opposed to the other stories I read that kinda left me to feel a bit of discomfort and shock at some points. As much as I pride myself of appreciating twists and creepy factors of stories, I wasn't expecting that from the one I read prior so it caught me off guard. It also seemed to play off so "innocently" and casual which also threw me for a loop. This unit was a nice transition from the casual brutality to mystic romance and devotion.

Image: Storyteller (Wikimedia Commons)
Bibliography:  American Indian Fairy Tales by W.T. Larned, with illustrations by John Rae (Un-Textbook)

Story Lab Week 10: Writers Write

Story Lab

Writers Write

Hello there! I decided to do my story lab this week on the Writers Write linked page. I've been getting a bit stuck on what I'm going to do with my story regarding direction. There are so many things I want to do with it and branch out the stories into different pieces, but I know that it would be too overwhelming to make so many different endings and scenarios to go by. So I thought that maybe reading something here would help to limit the crazy branching my mind is trying to go into something that is a bit more realistic for my time and sustainable for my audience to enjoy without missing out on something! The specific pages I read under were the 3 Must Scenes That Reveal a Character and the Cheat Sheet For Writing Body Language. I chose these two subjects because the goal of my story is to meet back up with the kidnapped girl, but you also don't know if you'll reach the antagonist or not so I'd like to have a better idea as to how to bring him into the story fully personified and ready to be evil! I also wanted to get a better idea as to how to describe the protagonist in different situations solely based on body language. My story is interactive, and I want the reader to feel how the protagonist feels, so my thought process is to have more detail in the body language and make it easier to envision yourself feeling the same way. The momentum scene description really spoke volumes to me because I want to be able to build anticipation up for the final scene of the story! I also got to see a visual of a chart that helps to give an idea of how to portray feelings through the body actions of a character. My mind after reading these articles is filled with plenty of ideas on how to proceed, I just need a reliable way to tie all the pieces together! 

Image: Choose Your Own Adventure Layout (Flickr)

Reading Notes: Blackfeet Indian Stories Part B

Reading Notes

Blackfeet Indian Stories Part B

Wow is what I have to say to the second half of these stories. I remember saying in my first reading post that everything seems nostalgic to me because of the writing style. I know that at the beginning of this unit, it was said that Native American's told stories of hero's as well and that this was one of those stories. As a child, I can see how you would look up to someone that wants to help people and is triumphant in every task pinned upon him but, these stories were also pretty gruesome to read. It made me think about how they may have been different boundaries for them when telling stories and allowing their children to learn lessons. Concerning storytelling methods, It was quite difficult for me to build separations as I went forward because they liked to use the same nouns for the characters. In the beginning, there were so many people named "old man" that I wasn't aware of the difference in characters until I read further. They also liked to put emphasis on helping the elderly, which was nice. There was respect for your elders, and this showed the values that they set forth around their time period and tradition. It also helped to guide the understanding of the lessons being told from each story; though some of the content was the same each lesson was unique. Something I didn't like about the "Blood Boy" stories was that it became too predictable when he encountered different evil beings. I wanted him to be involved in more dynamic situations so that to children being told this story, he may seem like more of a hero in all aspects. It was a little unsettling that he ended up being the murder of an evil creature and all of those connected to that evil creature.

Image: Bison Hunting (Wikipedia)
Bibliography: Blackfeet Indian Stories by George Bird Grinnell (Un-Textbook)

Reading Notes: Blackfeet Indian Stories Part A

Reading Notes

Blackfeet Indian Stories Part A

I have taken a great deal of Native American courses at the University of Oklahoma, but I've never had to read any of the myth stories they had to offer based on tribe, lore, or region. This unit had plenty of different story types that varied in length and plot. Something about it that has been different than any other story I've read in this class so far is that it gives me that nostalgic storytelling method that I thought of as a child. All of the stories end with a moral lesson that can be learned throughout the tale, even if that moral lesson isn't necessarily spoken out loud. It was effortless to follow and understand for me, which helped me process each story separately. I also like that in the beginning, they were all separate stories instead of one continuous story separated by website pages. Everything was sweet, and to the point, so I didn't have to try and connect multiple pieces together that I may have forgotten early on. There is nothing wrong with continued stories, it's just helpful to have a bit of a break between reading those types or a type like this. Something else I love is that each creature from the stories used is personified to have human-like characteristics; they can converse naturally with different human characters and help to develop the story due to their influence. There is also a lot of storytelling that revolves around human relationships, specifically the connection between a man and wife. It doesn't just focus on the love and devotion portions of a marriage, but it also makes efforts to speak on the deceit and evils that can stem from it as well. Overall, I really enjoyed it and I can't wait to read the rest of this unit!


Image: Winter Wolf (Pixabay)
Bibliography: Blackfeet Indian Stories by George Bird Grinnell (Un-Textbook)

Week 9 Story: Treasure Cavern

Week 9 Story

Treasure Mountain

Author's notes: This story is based on The Golden Apple section of the Labor's of Yamato series in the Japanese Mythology section of the Un-Textbook. He is looking for a golden apple, which is a task assigned to him by a siren who is possessing his mind. When she gives him instructions on how to get to it, she does so in the form of a song. He is looking for this golden apple on the island of eternal life to please the woman he "loves" and gain her affection. I decided to make this story about treasures similar to the cavern of wonders from the Aladdin tale but focus on the song portion. I kept the rhyming scheme the same but made different verses for the song itself. My version involves a beggar who is desperate to gain riches and is granted a visit by an undefined character who will recite to him an ode that should help him locate the riches he seeks.

There was once a man who lived a bitter, dull life. Watching from the sidelines as his townsfolk walked the streets lavished in their earned riches. He was fated the dreads of poverty and envied those who fed on rich flavors the world had to offer; having only the vermin of life satisfied his hunger. He wanted more. Much more.

Among the streets always sat the rumors of Treasure Cavern. The myths and lore backed by the merchants and travelers who sold goods as well as stories upon their return. For the beggar had no glimmer nor silver-coated lining on life. He thought, “why not muster up the courage to see if the myths are fact?” So off he went. He searched high and low for more information about this Treasure Cavern, but fell short and lost motivation quickly. He had all but given up before he was greeted in the night by an unknown woman cloaked in crimson drabs encrusted in gold and ruby accents. Face hidden from all Earth-dwellers; carrying an ominous presence amongst her.

"Who are you," cried our wretched beggar.

"Is treasure not what you seek? Welcome my words to feed your hunger," stated the mysterious woman.

The beggar nodded. If one more word had escaped her veiled lips, tasteless foam would seep from his mouth like the ravenous dogs lurking the night.

"Listen," she hummed. A strong wind began to pick up, and her feet slowly lifted from the ground while her arms spread apart.

In the abandoned times of the gods and the mother,
Across the dusty deserts near the isle of Shikoku,
Heretofore dwelt a villainous mage, cruel of heart and stone of reason,
Whom was sought by the people, brewed devilish taboo.

The sage, greed consumed, collected gems upon detection,
Protesting leeches who thirst for generosity lest they scavenge themselves,
Curse upon curse he marked upon the rapacious making him grow tired and ill,
And twisted mind paid a visit to him as doth sinister elves:

“Hide thy treasure, neath the depths open to mortal steps
To a cavern molded of magic and magma of ethereal phenomenon,
House thine gold and silver and rubies and sapphires
So only magian conquest may enter and thus relieve thy vex.”


Reveled in the advice of foul impish creatures,
The mage embarked on crafting a chasm so deep even land would not convey its location,
For days and weeks and months he built through scorching sun and blazing winds,
Till the last bit of rubble had been placed amongst this magnificent formation.

This fortress then built on insanity and corrupted magic,
Left the mage stricken by deeper exertion than just physical ability,
He all but delivered his treasures to their crypt when he felt lifeless,
Only the motherland went to catch his fallen body coated by fragility.

Death was stronger than the envy that drove his mad actions,
And life's last response let the base of the cavern consume his force;
Emitting a brilliant glow along the walls that lined the mass,
Faintly visible to travelers who may walk above its source.

Below the hue of iridescence marked our Treasure Cavern,
Vastly haunted by the insanity and greed of its late creator;
To traverse one must be cunning, brave, the strength of mind flourished
Careful to chain sanity within, so that joy may peak from thy splendor.

As the last phrase was brought to life, the masked woman began to float backward and fade into the distance. Her disappearance led the wind to cease in violence. All was quiet and now undisturbed by the recent events to take place. After his breath regulated and the last drop of cold sweat slide down the base of his neck, the beggar stepped towards the door ready to locate the Treasure Cavern.

Image 1: Treasure gems (Pixabay)
Image 2: Golden treasures (Website)
Bibliography: Labors of Yamato: The Golden Apple by E. W. Champney and F. Champney (Un-Textbook)

Reading Notes: Japanese Mythology Part B

Reading Notes

Japanese Mythology Part B

I completed the reading for the second half of this unit. It was a lot easier to go through this portion because I read these sections aloud, and it also followed the story of one person, so the flow was apparent. It was similar to the Sinbad stories we were given the opportunity to read back in the Middle Eastern units a few weeks again. I loved the imagery used in this section because it was using other natural beauties to describe natural life forms. The way “foaming flowers” were used to describe the waves of the ocean was such a captivating observation for me. This section is definitely going to help me mold my storybook project pages further for the rest of the semester. I also got the hang of understanding the poem meters. It’s almost like a sandwich effect, which I like! Something I love to do when reading stories aloud is to give different voice tones and patterns to different characters. It was fun to play around with the rhythm of the poetry from this unit when reading aloud. I was also weirdly connected to Yamato based on the writing style he was portrayed under. They gave him very brief dialogue and most of his development was through action, but he had such strong passions that justified why he did what he did. It was realistic to the situation he was under, despite the mannerisms he chose to treat his wife. The only real critique I had was that the quotations thrown throughout the story were a bit confusing to me. Some of them seemed unnecessary, or like they weren't used for a character speaking. Overall a fun second half to review!

Image: Evil Tenkeisei (Wikipedia)
Bibliography: Romance of Old Japan, Part I: Mythology and Legend by E. W. Champney and F. C (Un-Textbook)

Reading Notes: Japanese Mythology Part A

Reading Notes

Japanese Mythology Part A

Last week, I wanted to get into reading some of the Japanese Fairytale stories that the Un-Textbook had to offer. This week, I tried to get into the root of the stories I wanted to tell in this class, and that's the Japanese Mythology story unit. The goal from the reading was to get a better idea of how the Japanese myth characters were born and utilized in storytelling, as well as getting more idea of the flow of these stories. Getting into the first half of the reading, it took me a few read-throughs to get the flow down to comprehend the story. There was a mix of different story elements, including poetry, dialogue, and third-person omniscient perspective.  The mixing of these methods led to me being confused, especially in the beginning because I didn't notice it until the sentence structure thoroughly changed up. I guess I just glazed over Professor Gibb's note, in the beginning, to read aloud due to the poetry. She is not kidding when she recommends to read it out loud. I also suggest you do so! It just sounds better to hear it when you read over just going through it in your head. I wished this section had an audiobook attached so that my first experience with the story was more natural to process. The dialogue took me by surprise because it was very similar to the Greek Mythology writings. I guess in my head they had different dialects and different ways to address the characters aside from "thy" and "thou" and such. They used terms in that fashion so heavily that it got harder to read if it wasn't being read out loud. It made the reading feel condensed and complicated. The third-person view of the story was my favorite part by far. Those parts of the story were the most exciting for me, which made me sad since I usually live for the dialogue. The pavement of the story was best done for me when looking at that method over the other two.

Image: Untold Stories of Japanese Mythology (Wikimedia Common)
Bibliography: Romance of Old Japan, Part I: Mythology and Legend by E. W. Champney and F. C (Un-Textbook)

Week 8 Progress

Week 8 Progress

I'm actually extremely pleased with my progress so far. I always get a sense of accomplishment when I submit my final assignment for the week (usually my project based assignment) and see how many points I've earned for myself and how far I'm going in the class. Professor Gibbs helps me in getting a better schedule for this class after not getting the best out of my original plan. Once I got my schedule sorted, everything fell into place much better. I love doing the story posts. Creating has been the best way to help alleviate my stresses of the semester from my other courses and really express myself through a different platform. With my love for story writing, I also get more inspiration when looking at the stories that my peers post as well. I've done one of the extra credit assignments that involved additional blog commenting. Giving me a reason to look at more stories is always super helpful and motivates me to be better! My website definitely gives me struggles sometimes when it doesn't do all that I want it to do, but after a bit of fighting it's not terrible. I may make changes in the future to it but if I did, it would be with the site I use to create my website, not the actual content. Just to have a bit more creative freedom with the structure. I may love to just lay around and do nothing when I'm able, but inside I'm always excited to work on my assignments from this class!

Image: A pug representation of me (Flickr)

Week 8 Comments and Feedback

Week 8 Comments and Feedback

I think that the feedback for this course is more interactive than most feedback I've ever had to give in a class before. It's meant to be helpful but also to try and find a positive from a post, and a piece that could be better and suggest improvement. I believe that the comments and feedback that I am receiving from my peers are fair and helpful. My favorite ones would have to be the Pretend feedback! I don't think I'm good at writing those types of comments, but I love seeing them on my posts. I can get into the mind of MY character and see what makes sense to others after they read my story. I think that my feedback as over time become pretty much the same, which probably stems from how much I've learned about fixing my sentence structure. I get so excited to have a better writing style that I just want to share with others what has helped me achieve it! I want to get better at doing Pretend and TAG feedback. I love how creative everyone's Introduction posts have been as well. I usually read the introductions before their story posts, and this helps me in understanding why they write the way they do and their theme for storytelling. I'm going to do my best as the weeks move forward to get better at leaving more different, specific feedback based on the individual I'm reviewing.



Image: Constructive Feedback (Growthmindsetmemes)

Week 8 Reading and Writing

Week 8 Reading and Writing

I actually really like that we're doing this review week. I've been going back and forth on my blog site theme since the course started and I finally think I'm happy enough with it to leave it be! It wanted a more chilling site to make my story posts also come off as a bit more of a twisted side. Just helping to hype up the vibe I was going for. I think I have my good weeks and my bad weeks when it comes to storytelling. Some stories just really inspire my creative side, and it helps to motivate me to put more into my stories. You can even tell based on some of the peer reviews that when another student is confused by something I've written about or wanted more out of it, I usually feel the same way in the end. Overall, I'd say I'm satisfied with everything going so far this semester. My most significant accomplishment so far in my writing for the class would be to getting my sentence structure down. I never realized how passive of a writer I was! I can't be compelling and slightly creepy if I don't sound more assertive. The information I got from Professor Gibbs, as well as the writing technique assignments, have helped immensely. I hope that in the future and second half of this class, I start being a bit more analytical to story structure from our readings and not just the story plot as a whole. Also going into it more open instead of thinking only about how I would take a story.

Image: Enchanted Forest (Web Source)

Week 7 Story: The Girl Who Never Wanted to Age

Week 7 Story:

The Girl Who Never Wanted to Age

Author’s Note: This story was based off the of the Ozaki Unit from the Asain Fairytale section of the Un-Textbook. Specifically, form the story The Man Who Did Not Wish to Die. This story is about a man who fears death and begins to change his lifestyle. In the process of this change, he remembers a story of King who also did not wish to die. This King decided to find an elixir of eternal life, and on his journey to obtain this elixir, he is put in a situation where he gets what he wishes for, but it doesn’t turn out the way he had hoped. I wanted to make a change so that the story follows a child. I think that most kids go through wanting never to grow up and staying young forever. It’s to keep the type of storytelling method similar while also making it a bit more of a modern approach.



Once upon a time, there lived a young girl named Sophie. She loved to dance, sing, and play all day without responsibilities. She could run all the way to her clubhouse and hide out for the day with her own mental company. She could stay outside and make mud cakes in the leftover puddles from the rain with her family dog all afternoon. She was satisfied waking up and munching on cookies, chips, ice-cream, and any delectable junk food she could reach. Life to her was perfect. She never wanted her fun to end. One night, as her family has gathered for dinner, Sophie decides that she doesn’t want to eat the chicken and veggie platter that her mother had made for her.



“I don’t want this. I want cake instead!” Demanded Sophie.



“Sophie that’s enough. Finish your dinner, and then you can have dessert.” Said her mother.



“No. I won’t eat vegetables. I hate them!” Sophie said as she threw her plate from the table onto the floor.



“That’s it!” Exclaimed her mother. “To your room, now! You can go to bed without supper!”



“UGH! Adults are no fun!” Sophie screamed and ran to her room. Tears were streaming down her now rosy, flustered cheeks. “I never want to be like mommy. I want to eat sweet all day and play outside whenever I want and never have to brush my teeth!” After much pacing, crying, and diabolical scheming, Sophie had tired herself out and fall onto her bed to sleep.



Crash! A loud sound wakes Sophie from her slumber. Wiping away at her eyes, she tries to focus on what the sound was. Crash! The noise happened again. She leaps from her bed to slowly open the door and listen. It had been daybreak, and with the light shining into her house from the windows, she tried to look for who made the noise.



“Take that! And that! And this!” Said a voice from downstairs. As curiosity consumed her, Sophie ran down the stairs to find two young boys fighting each other with kitchen spatulas.



“Aha! I’ve got you now. Any last words?” The voice from before matched the voice coming from this boy.



“I surrender! Spare me!” Shouted the other boy.



“Who are you? Why are you in my house?” Yelled Sophie from a distance. “Your house? This house is everyone’s house. No one has their own house here.”



Sophie became puzzled. She looked around to see that all her family photos were gone. She searched for the rest of her home and to not her astonishment; her family was not in it. “Are you new here or something? Only adults have their own house, but there are no adults here. We can have any house we want!” Said the first boy.



Sophie takes a look out of one of the windows and notices all the children outside playing, running around, and doing all the things she loves to do herself. “There are no adults here? That’s impossible!”



“Well, it is here! Come on; we’re going to play outside!”



Sophie ran outside with her new friends and spent days eating all the junk she wanted to, continually playing outside with the other children, and going to bed whenever she wanted to. As the day went on, she noticed that she was not feeling too good. Her body had become sick from all the sweets Sophie had consumed. Her constant fun outside without any clean up had caused her to get infections in any of the scrapes she had earned running around. She had grown tired from avoiding sleep to play with everyone because she didn’t want to feel left out. Sophie’s health had taken a dramatic turn for the worse.



“Hey, Sophie! Want some cake?” Said one of the children.



“No, I don’t. I don’t feel good. Do you have carrots or crackers maybe?”



“Ew of course not! None of that can be found here silly. Here eat more cake!”



All the children started eating cake and trying to force Sophie to eat as well. The more they got her to eat, the sicker she became. She got so ill that she ended up vomiting up all of the forced cake and passing out on the floor.



A few hours had passed by when Sophie awoke to a soft knock at her door. She was in her bed after passing out on the floor with the other children. After a moment, you could see Sophie’s mother walk into the room. Sophie nearly leaped for joy when she saw her mother before her.



“Mommy! I’m so sorry! I want vegetables now please.” Sophie exclaimed as she ran to wrap her arms around her mother. Confused at the sudden change in behavior, her mother pushed the child back to her bed so that she could sit beside her.



“Sophie,” she said, “You cannot throw food onto the ground like that. What I make for you, I do because I want you always to be happy and healthy. You can’t be that way if you eat cake all of the time.”



“I know mommy. Trust me, I don’t think I’ll want to eat cake for a while” Sophie says as she grips her stomach. “I want to be healthy too. I won’t do that again.”



Sophie had learned during her dream that she might like what she usually does, but she knows that she may not want to do these things all of the time. To be a healthy kid, Sophie needs to develop a balance in fun and responsibility.

Image: Pinata Cake (Food Republic)
Bibliography: Japanese Fairy Tales by Yei Theodora Ozaki