The girls came home with these stories they’d narrated to a teacher. They’re very nicely illustrated as well but I will just transcribe.
Once upon a time there was a little goat. And he lived in a very unusual farm. Because the farmer and the farmwife didn’t let him make milk. But one day he got an idea. He would trick the farmer and wife. So he hid behind the milk shed. He poked the farmer and the wife. And then he trotted off on a walk. So that the farmer and his wife thought he was gone. And then he found a little filly and the filly said, “I live on a farm that’s bright red. And it has roosters, a cow, and my mommy and daddy horses. So I need someone to help me get back to the farm.” And the goat said, “And who would that be?” “That would be someone who’s smart and who has a tail and can pull me along.” “That would be me, because I’m smart and I have a tail and I know where the farm is.” And the pony said, “Ok, then I’ll tie my tail to your tail and you start trotting.” The end.
Once upon a time a little giraffe was so excited because it was his birthday today. And he had a cake ready and all his friends were there. And they played pin-the-tail-on-the-donkey and he won. And then they played checkers. And then they played dress-up. And he was the king. And his sister was the princess. And the king said, “Princess, go ask your servant to clean the walls.” And the servant did it. Soon the walls were shiny clean. And the servant said, “I am tried of working like this.” And she asked the princess and king if she could stop. And they said, “Well… Okay.” The End.
All I can say is, wow. I am supposed to be some kind of professional analyst of narrative, but I hardly know where to begin.