Monsters

Once upon a time, there was a giant robot who had one blue eye. The monsters name was Mike. Mike was a giant robot. He loved knocking things over and breaking roads. The roads were really hard so sometimes he couldn't break them. Mike didn't like really scary robots that came from octopus ships. Mikes favorite food is fish and water, actually sea water. He didn't rust.

One day he put all his fish and seawater into a microwave so that no one could find it. Mike decided to spend the day practicing his road breaking. When he reached the first road it didn't break and he hurt his hand.

He needed to get some tape to put on his arm to fix his hand. He went to a doctors house but she wouldn't give any tape to him because he didn't have a mouth and couldn't ask for it. He went to his space station and called the policeman and fireman to help him but they wouldn't help him because he was scary. He went to someones house to find some tape but the door was locked. The house was so strong he couldn't even break it to get the tape.

He built a factory to make his own tape but accidentally crushed it. By then his hand felt better so he didn't even need the tape anymore. He went back to his house which was a hole in the ground and checked on his baby robot eggs.

When they hatched there were baby robots everywhere and Mike was the dad. When the baby robots grow up then they will be the dads. Mike fed the baby robots and put them to bed. He played with them and read stories to them. They didn't get a lot of sleep.

Mike went to take a walk in the ocean. In the deepest water but he doesn't sink. He made his legs really long to touch the bottom. He saw whales but they were smaller than him. He saw sharks and a pokey fish (Scott edit: swordfish). He went back to his house and waited for his kids to grow up.

He had supper and lunch and then did nothing the rest of the day.

The end.

Scott: Today I felt like posting but I didn't have much to say so I called Jason over and got him to make up a story. Now I am going to get him to try to spell some words on his own.

cat
Jason
dog
animal
elephant
crocodile

I coached him with a few things like choosing c instead of K and the ph in the elephant but he pretty much did the rest on his own by sounding them out.

Bad Turkey! Down Turkey!

So let me tell you about our Thanksgiving.

It was awesome!

Except for the turkey.

This year Mom asked me to cook the turkey and I happily obliged. She even provided the turkey to use. It was a breast and thigh piece from a huge turkey that I had de-boned a while ago. Mom had stored it in her freezer until we had another chance to use it.

On Saturday I put the turkey in the oven and a couple of hours later both pieces were nicely browned and the whole house smelled of turkey. I finished up the stuffing, sliced the meat and put everything into a pan to hold warm for the next hour until we got to mom's and ate with everyone.

I then made the gravy. Now is when the frustration began. No mater what I did I could not get the gravy to taste right. something was just wrong. It tasted like cardboard or stale bread. I was using olive oil and have sometimes had problems with that in gravy so I just covered it up as much as I could and we left.

we went over to moms and had an awesome meal. including our cardboard turkey. It was terrible. it tasted like cardboard. It was a little dry but the taste was what killed it. We started talking about it and doing some calculations.

We determined that the turkey was at least 5 years old. We sorta lost track of time. It was a turkey that had been given to us when Andrea's parents still lived in Fort Qu'Appelle and I was working at the Bible College. It was still the Canadian Bible College so it could have been 7 years or more ago. Either way we cooked an ate a turkey that was entirely too old.

The stuffing was awesome. And the pie. MMMM...home made pies!