Monday, June 27, 2005

some of my finest work

Last night, I was telling Amanda a bedtime story as I am often fond of doing. I ended up writing what might be my best and most succinct work to date. I call it The Ballad of Possum Canyon.

The Ballad of Possum Canyon
by Jesse Harlin

It was the end.

THE END


I rule. Dear Association for Library Service to Children, you may send me my Caldecott Medal care of LucasArts in San Francisco, CA.

4 comments:

EmoRiot said...

your story, to quote my childhood friend Kent, sucks donkeys.

While I'm against the trend right now, I'd say this story is deserving of a prequel. :-)

Bug said...

Kent sucks donkeys. What does he know about literature, anyways?

You just don't like it because you don't like reading fiction. You'd probably love my story if it went like this:

The Ballad of Ralph Nader
by Jesse Harlin

It was the end.

THE END

See? I bet you connected with that one better.

EmoRiot said...

No. Actually I find Ralph Nader books entirely impossible to get through. With yours, I made it to "it was" before I gave up.

They're just all so dry! Kody's doing summer reading now, see if she can get your story approved as her personal pick.

rooni said...

What's with summer reading anyway? I don't recall ever having to do that in school at any level. Am I just forgetting? Did I just not do the reading (very probable) ... or was it just an East Coast thing at the time?