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Dogs, Aloo-ki! We're going to eat you up.
Growl. Growl. Stomp. There's dogs [being] eating [eaten] up.
The bears have eaten one dog.
Dog, cats, they are fighting.
Rocky, rocky is the monkey.
The bears have eaten two dogs up.
The scarecrow keeps the bears away.
There are lights on the wire; the birds are singing.
All the dogs are eaten up.
The water is running; our shirts are in it.
Counting game.
Bears have eaten their counting game up. But they have bought a new counting game.
Dogs are alive again!
"Too hot!" said Mama bear. "Too hot!" said Papa bear. "Too hot!" said baby bear.
We have games to play with.
We have a pinball bed game.
The legos are everywhere and Buzz Lightyear is scattered.
I think if you gave Jonathan a pen name and a birthday date of 1968 he could sell it as brilliant poetry. I like it.
"There are lights on the wire; the birds are singing." I wonder if this came from having heard about birds alighting on a wire.
The last line is great. This seems like something that would be good to act as an improv!
I wonder if recording the story--when inspiration strikes--would be possible. This way, the muse would not be put on hold until Mom finishes typing one line :)
I believe the "lights on the wire" part came after he looked at the Christmas lights in the other room.