I first started capturing her storytelling using the video mode on our digital camera, around about April, but she soon refused to let me film her. So I tried writing her stories while she told them, using pen and paper. That lasted for only a few stories too, before she caught on. Since then, I've been recording her using a mini MP3 recorder, which is pretty unobtrusive, and transcribing the audio later. She then objected strongly to this as well... Nowadays I use a combo of MP3 and video to record her before transcribing. I only manage to record a fraction of the stories she tells. I always have a backlog of stories on the recorder that still need transcribing, as it's impossible for me to keep up with her. To help new readers, I've marked my favourite stories with a star (*), so at least you have somewhere to start if you don't know where to begin. Don't forget to check the older archives too - there are some gems in there as well!

Saturday 29 September 2007

Of Orin, Orip, Norin, Corin and others, 2007-09-07

OK, this story is very confusing because she’s not only started using a bunch of names she made up for her characters, but also a bunch of words she’s made up that mean things she’s assigned them to mean - some of these words are her own invented words, but others are actually English words that she uses in her own way.


“We haven’t. We haven’t do watch it yet,” he said, from my right picking out the icon that they have load before their time. They haven’t do it before.

They kept in the lake, then it was full of tread marks, then they stepped out it. Their feet was not wet. They were wearing slippers, and very deep end pond. It was Orip said. Orip was living in Orin’s new house. He did encourage them, because he was sick and soon tell the others. He was living in a little cottage. It was at the edge of the pond there. He was a Nineown frog that we never met before, and he lived near got in an Orin Norin place that led to the other side. He was not Orin’s friend. He was only a Corip goon, with Aladar’s Corin. He said, “I own this house,” he said to heself. “Maybe I should wander out.” He did out.

He said he was very thick and deep, and own a Orip. Orip was living in a little cottage, at the other side of the horses. He came in this story… he didn’t look like that.

Dragging his sand pit, there was a doors and other thingymajiggies. He wanted them to be without hoppers, and they wanted out. He was looked out. “I shouldn’t do this.” He was very troubled indeed, and he was aching with mad. And he said, “My, I’m just bit annoyed.”

Page 54. They looked outside. Peaceful Corin was living in an Orin Norin place, that led to the other side of the court. It was very nice and deep. Only some orips and some corins lived in the pond. In the pond, they stepped out from the other lake, they goed inside another lake that lead to the other side. It was not very deep and pondy, it was just reading a copper burned babe (??) of books. Books will lead to the other side. It was very readable, to be without a hopper. Without hoppers all dinosaurs live in land and a hout(?) all hosted in the middle. It said, “Hoot hoot, hoot hoot.” Then everybody jumped in back and then didn’t know what it was hooting for that.

Without. Without was very very angry indeed. He lived in a long long village, but no one he knew lived there. He was very angry in the storeroom, because someone locked him up. And there used a handkerchief and knocked him over. Then he was very very angry indeed, but not for long. He stopped and said, “Mype.. Can you do this every day and night?” He started be angrier, then he said “(Very angry voice!) MYPE!!! CAN YOU???”

“Aww… can you do it please? We want to go out, for the night. Can you get it out?”

They started and started. Chapter one. Without.

The started and started and started, until there was no ground, and it shaking… there was Corin and Norin. Indeed he was happy indeed. Very happy, very happy.

“Ah… sorry!”

And very very very… he was very angry indeed. “In one of the store rooms… how did someone lock him up again?”

“AW, sorry!” he said, the one (indecipherable) very angry.

“I knew. I knew this is Norin’s house.”

“Aw, can we go to the Interstate please?”

“Nope! Because there‘s lots of things there, in there. I no go to there before. And the Interstate is very yucky indeed. And very yucky, very yucky. And very annoying, and no one been there before.”

“Aaah… aah… ah! I wander out!” Chapter Three. They Wandered Out.

“Ah, I wandered out, in the Orin (indecipherable). There will be no flowers or no trees, but only corins.” Then not, they stepped into the lake. He goed down the lake, THEN they saw… someone living in the lake. They stepped on him, then he said, “Ouchie, who’s stepping on me?”

“WE ARE!!! Because we want to go to the Interstate.” They stepped on him, another man and another man and another man. So heavy these men.

“Ouchie! They shouldn’t be stepped on. You might not be angry… there might be fun…” then he stepped on them.

“Ah! They stepping on us. What shall we do?”

“I got a lift. We should go.” And they goed and they goed and they goed. Because Kip said, “Hi! I’m dare. I dare to close my eyes because it‘s very noisy and very noisy indeed, and very shouty and someone might see my (indecipherable), the eyes.”

Mmh. So close their eyes, until no fight(?) and…. Chapter Five. Looked outside.

Looked outside was very very angry…

(recording stops here)

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