A short work of bathtub fiction, courtesy of 3-yr-old Preston Jr.
“I want to tell you something. About the bird in my room.
He did fly in my room. And he flew under my bed.
He cheeped. He went * cheep cheep * and then he said ‘Hello’.
He flew out from under my bed. And then I did hug him. And he was so cuuuute.
Then he flew in my covers. Then I put him in a cave. He was scared in the cave.
Then the bird ate all my books.”
Stay tuned for the next installment when we hear the story of the bug in his room.