Don't Let the Skunk Drive the Carriage

Sometimes I think one of the most enjoyable things about being a parent is just watching my kids grow and guessing at the person they will grow up to be.  With our daughter, Natalie, her gift of the gab, has often included elaborate storytelling.  I've transcribed many of her stories and keep them in a special folder on my computer.  Unlike me, she requires no editing.  She seems to truly have a gift for telling a good story.  Today, she spun a tale called, "Don't Let the Skunk Drive the Carriage".  Those of you familiar with author and illustrator, Mo Willems, will recognize where she drew her inspiration.

Don’t Let the Skunk Drive the Carriage

by Natalie Grace ("and Noah also," she added)

“Can you all keep this carriage safe?” asked the carriage driver.

“Yes,” said Harry.

“And, don’t let the skunk drive the carriage,” said the driver. 

 “I thought he would never leave,” said Skunk.

“Hey!  Can I drive the carriage?” asked Skunk.

“No,” said Harry

“Just around the block?” asked Skunk.

“No,” said Harry

“Just a teeny bit?” asked Skunk

“No!” said Harry

“How about we play drive the carriage?  I’ll go first,” said Skunk.

“No!” said Harry.

“LET ME DRIVE THE CARRIAGE!” screamed Skunk.

“NO! NO! NO! NO! NO! NO! NO! said Harry

“Wah! I want to drive the carriage!  Let me drive the carriage! Wahhhhh!” said Skunk.  Then, Skunk leaves and goes and hides behind a big rock.

The driver returns and asked Harry, “Did you let the skunk drive the carriage?”

 “No!” said Harry.

“Good,” said the driver.

Skunk stops crying when he sees a pink motorcycle.  He gets on the motorcycle and says, “Skunk at the wheel!” and drives off.  Then, he crashes into a bus with children in it.  The driver of the bus was a pigeon named Dontletthepigeondrivethebus. 

The end