Yesterday we spoke briefly about the structure of a story and how plot is important to dissect.  I’m going to read a short story to you and as I’m reading, you are to fill in the Parts of a Story Organizer you have on your desk.

I perch precariously on the desk with 4 different leg lengths. Not a great idea. I stand and begin.

“Maybelle was a short haired chihuahua that was found wandering my neighborhood at dinnertime on Wednesday.  Sara was the one who noticed her right…..”

I hear the shuffling of slippers before I see them standing directly between me and the rest of the class.

Um, can I help you?  (and why are you wearing slippers to school, again?)

She hands me an index card, folded 4 times over to make a teeny tiny square (THIS BETTER BE GOOD, I scream in my head and thank Wellbutrin)

I open the now warm, faintly damp, missal.

R U PERGO?

It is SO darn refreshing how honest kids these days are.

(The answer is NEITHER)