I realize that the following story may be of little interest to anyone other than maybe Eleanor and Miranda in the future, but I thought I would transcribe it. Eleanor had a blank notebook and was telling a story while flipping the pages. Here’s what she said:
“Once upon a time there was a little girl whose name was Miranda. She went out to the playground. One morning she went to her mommy and daddy. Then, one day, she went out to the playground again. Then she just go to sleep. And she saw her mommy and daddy. One day, a little girl who has cookies and they were so yummy. Once upon a time there was a little girl who sat on a chair and she was trying to look for her mommy and daddy. Once upon a time, nothing was a bed. Mr bed was walking (it’s a silly story) Mr bed was walking all around backward. Once upon a time, flowers and the people just hold them, and the minutes were gone. Then it’s morning time. Once upon a time there was a little house and a big house and a rainbow and a waterfall and a la la la la la. Once upon a time, Miranda and me were walking like this yah yah yah yah and they marched in the parade and they had a birthday party and they said bllbllbllbll. And they went in the woods and the woods and the woods and the woods…”
I guess she doesn’t quite get that you don’t need to start the story over with each page.