Monday, July 26, 2010


I just play and then I come and hope I have it. It will be good.

Isn’t that pretty, with all these plans, with the fantasy? There are plenty of them there.

All one, one, one, one, one, one, one, one… What is that? I mean, I know what it is. It’s a fanny gan.

First, I did it on that one, and then I did it on that one. Just that one.

Who is this person? Who? You! No, I didn’t. It’s not you? Not usually. It’s almost over. That will be better.

What’s going to happen to her? I’m going for this one. I was just thinking about that. I was thinking there’s more to it.

This one is down, and this one is up. Please don’t tell it. That’s a long mystery. Yes it is, honey. If I live to be a hundred…

That would be pretty.

What’s going to happen to her? She might be pulled up by the balloons. I don’t think so. Get one, just one. They’ll be another one coming someday.

There she is. I kicked mine last night. When I got up to come, I just didn’t get any. It wasn’t real, real good. No, I mean it’s good, it’s good.

Those boys aren’t bad. Where are the boys? One, two, three, four, five boys. It was Friday. I had it one day, and he had it.

What’s a good name for her? I think an excellent name is Maxine. No, I’m teasing.

It scares me. When we came in, it was pretty. He’ll make himself up, I think. I want to hear him.

Her name is What. Everybody else is in this right now.

I want to go over there and pick her up. You want to go with me? Where will we find her? In the bushes.

That’s the way we did it. We don’t take it. The doctor said, “Don’t set so much stuff to eat.” Your leg was pretty.

Let’s take a jump. Okay, you jump and then I’ll jump. I wanted to go! That wasn’t any fun. I wanted to go out there to go to a park.

Do you want to go jump? No, I won’t do that.

I got scared today, under those black ones. I don’t like to look at those. I told my mother to fill it so you can have it.

The girl in the picture is jumping? Just her arm.

There were four of them yesterday. How many of them today? A hundred!

If the balloons lift her up, where is she going to go? She’ll tell you.

All we have to do is go out the back door to find the balloons. We’re going to go find the balloons. Good luck!

That was first. There it is, right there! Here it is, honey. More sugars. Eating good.

I’m going off. I don’t know whether to take her or not. She’s in the garage.

Where did the balloons come from? Evidently, it shows here. They came from here.

We’re going to go outside pretty quick.

Her name is Barb. My goodness, I thought it was Maxine. That’s good.

He loves the sweets. Does Barb love the sweets? No.

You’re going to have to go alone to find out why. She just didn’t. Then the next one is the one we want to use. That’s the little one.

Where is she going to take the balloons? She’s going to take them to the hospital for the sad children. My friend and I took balloons to three or four kids every week or two. If you go to a hospital where children are ill, don’t think for a minute that the kids don’t want one of everything!

I don’t have any balloons here. Well, shame on you! You should carry them around.

Money and birdie. What would birds think of the balloons? In my backyard, the birds come every day and fuss at me. Between you and me, the birds would play around the outside, but they wouldn’t go in.

Someone’s bound to be there with her. If it was a boy, I’d tell you. I have five boys and no girls. There are no boys, just one girl. She’s bound to have a guy there. She can’t handle all that stuff by herself. I don’t see how somebody that little can hold that much. His name is Cecil.

I would like to have her let the balloons go in the air instead of trying to take them home. Then everybody would have one, including me. And me! That’s what it’s for.

Where are the balloons going to go? They’re going up to go nowhere. Will they come down eventually? Yeah, I would think so. What would the balloons see up in the air? Well, they would see a hold bunch of green trees. That’s the way it is. I can do that at home. We’ll get it. Then we can go home.

Yes they are. Some of them are. She doesn’t do that because she goes and works. She’s going to work? With those clothes on? When I used to work, if you came with your shirt open you had to cover it with your boss’s handkerchief.

What is Barb going to do next? I don’t know. Let’s corner her! Figure this out. How should our story end? Very joyfully.

STORY BY: Patricia, Joyce, Vivian, Maxine, Dottie, Ruth

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