tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16452636737137682842011-11-28T08:56:39.359+08:00This is a collection of spontaneous stories told by Bethany, born in October 2004. I (mommy) thought it nice to keep all her stories in one place, to easily see how she's developing in this area. Please do leave a comment every now and then if you can, as it'll be nice for her (and me!) to look back on them when she's older, and also to know who's been reading her stories!Bethanynoreply@blogger.comBlogger1481100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1645263673713768284.post-40758528661893946942010-04-29T02:24:00.005+08:002010-05-03T12:04:35.226+08:00

This is a new story from today. It's not that she hasn't been storytelling, but rather that I haven't had the time record let alone transcribe anything. But today she insisted that I record her, and publish her "audiobook" for the benefit of our friends, whom she told me hadn't heard anything from her for a long time, and that it was about time I posted something :) So, here's her latest story,

Bethanynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1645263673713768284.post-15737602850725469602008-12-25T09:09:00.003+08:002008-12-25T09:47:10.510+08:00

This is one of the first stories she's allowed me to record for many many many months. In fact, she actually asked me to get a video of her telling this story, esp. to post for her Internet friends. I'm only posting the transcript here as that now she's older I don't really want to post any pictures/videos of her in the public domain.Her new set of characters are Hootch (her major character for

Bethanynoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1645263673713768284.post-77221490477730557132008-04-27T08:02:00.004+08:002008-04-27T08:05:28.965+08:00

This is the first story she's asked me to really record in ages. She's still been telling loads of stories, just not allowing me to record them. Anyway, I've transcribed this only part way and will put up the rest of the transcription when I have the time, soon. (plus the audio file).At first Hootch didn’t know of new evidence of all the monks, that go and awakened the beast, the beast of the all

Bethanynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1645263673713768284.post-2093258077849213612008-04-17T20:13:00.004+08:002008-04-17T20:33:36.008+08:00

This is our first attempt and rather pathetic, but since we put in so much effort, I thought I'd like to share anyway. It's less than a minute long. The story idea was Bethany's of course. I took the photos then strung them together in Windows Movie Maker. Then we recorded the voice overs - that wasn't easy, since B didn't feel like doing it again by then. In the end we had to get started on some

Bethanynoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1645263673713768284.post-14082102630986479992008-04-06T20:51:00.002+08:002008-04-06T20:55:09.881+08:00

The Barrow Wights in the Lord of the Rings have quite caught her imagination. She's been doing a lot of pretend play with them, and today she made up a long song about them too. I only got the last couple of minutes on video, but here it is.Make video montages at www.OneTrueMedia.comHere is the poemThe Song of the Barrow Wights, an original song by BethanyThe barrow will not run alongOr lock away

Bethanynoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1645263673713768284.post-11277515299794654052008-03-20T14:47:00.003+08:002008-03-20T14:51:53.136+08:00

Ok this is the poem I mentioned in my post yesterday, that was actually recorded the day before that one. Supposedly sung by Legolas, whom she was holding in her hand (a small dice!) She’d actually been singing the “Song of the Ringwraiths” (she announced her own title), supposedly made up by Bilbo and Legolas, all evening long, ad-libbing many different lines as she went along. Sadly she didn’

Bethanynoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1645263673713768284.post-29713523446183896392008-03-19T23:29:00.003+08:002008-03-19T23:56:14.414+08:00

Sorry for not posting anything new for so long - she's had me on a recording ban again since the last story I posted (of course no excuse for not clearing the backlog though...). She's been still pouring out many stories a day though, just not allowing me to record anything... until last night.She's in a new phase at the moment - inventing her own poetry! Her current great obsession is all things

Bethanynoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1645263673713768284.post-40956947084304528882008-02-23T08:46:00.002+08:002008-02-23T08:59:42.394+08:00

This one is very expressively told :) Listen to her tell this story HERE Hoosh and Hoon, who already knowed, ran off to a safe hiding place in the desert. Before they knew it, Harry was gone! Hack couldn’t see the weakness, but he could see Snape in the distance looking for Harry. Harry was gone, no one can see him!!! Harry thought to himself and had great idea. “Alright,” he said, taking off

Bethanynoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1645263673713768284.post-22412213140127052232008-02-17T09:57:00.002+08:002008-02-17T10:06:40.694+08:00

She hasn't allowed me to take any video while she's storytelling in recent months, but on this day she wanted me to record her story (we've been doing audio only, and I only record her when she asks me to, since she turned 3) and I didn't have the audio recorder on me (we were travelling somewhere in the car). She wasn't happy about that, but finally agreed to let me record her using the camera,

Bethanynoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1645263673713768284.post-41764455843259064252008-02-06T00:30:00.000+08:002008-02-06T00:57:48.348+08:00

This story is a real departure from her usual mode. It sounds like it's from Enid Blyton, except that it isn't. She was pretending to read this from the novel I am currently reading. Nothing to do with her story of course.Listen to her tell this story HERE. Dame Chockalot. Once upon a time there was an old beggar called Dame Chockalot, because she had a chocolate face and didn’t like to eat.

Bethanynoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1645263673713768284.post-79573518571856852252008-02-05T11:41:00.000+08:002008-02-05T11:54:01.647+08:00

You can tell what our bedtime stories have been in recent weeks from this story - Harry Potter and the Philosopher's Stone, and The Hobbit. She loves both books. We've read both through and have re-read sections of the Hobbit many times over now, and re-reading HP (from the beginning, not in sections unlike The Hobbit) now as well. This is in addition to her other regular diet of short stories,

Bethanynoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1645263673713768284.post-42602927128277026292008-01-20T21:46:00.000+08:002008-01-20T21:49:39.572+08:00

This kid can really take a story and twist it around! Listen to her tell this story HERE.Belle saw that the gate was open and went in. Snow White and Belle thought it was the most ideal place to go, so the two princesses went in and saw that the gate was open, with the door shut. So the two princesses went in, but the door was shut and they tried to unlock it, but it make no use and they went

Bethanynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1645263673713768284.post-2531656598494557062008-01-20T21:42:00.000+08:002008-01-20T21:45:44.425+08:00

The first country is Woopwaja where Hook, the current main character in her stories, lives. The black lines are the roads and boundaries to the different countries. The red indicates places where characters live in (houses or camps/tents). Countries with green lines on them are forested, while those with gray lines also have sandy areas. There are no rivers or lakes in this land, but only the sea

Bethanynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1645263673713768284.post-85153701499744966702008-01-15T16:41:00.000+08:002008-01-15T16:44:38.008+08:00

She gave me a ton of backstory again yesterday and today, filling me in on her various characters and what they're doing now. For anyone who's been following her stories, you'll know her main characters have changed over the past year.The first hero was Aladar, then Corythosaurus, then Corin (Corythosaurus changed in human form), then Larry, now Hook. And she's had a few primary peripheral

Bethanynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1645263673713768284.post-16614652457053447352008-01-14T06:09:00.000+08:002008-01-14T06:18:14.675+08:00

I really don't know what to say about this particular story... seems really shocking that this is coming from a 3 year old! The dirge in this story is one of the most coherent songs she has ever made up so far.Listen to her tell and sing this story HERE.p.s. just a reminder to readers, other than Corin, the characters in this story aren't human. Hook went to the Interstate by a small dying fire.

Bethanynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1645263673713768284.post-58634320846041130062008-01-11T23:35:00.000+08:002008-01-12T22:34:29.714+08:00

This story is a bit confusing because there are TWO characters called Hook in it – one is a dinosaur and the other is a pteranodon. Also, several of the characters are able to morph/change from dinosaur form to human form. She has also introduced many peripheral characters with similar sounding names. In spite of this, the story as a whole is pretty coherent and flows well.Do listen to her

Bethanynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1645263673713768284.post-74390789555702345032008-01-08T22:33:00.001+08:002008-01-08T23:26:11.816+08:00

Here's a new story from yesterday. She had an uncharacteristic lull in storytelling, for the first time since she started way back last February, and had been down to maybe one story per day or two for 2 weeks (her usual is 6-8 stories per day every single day, and this goes up to 13-14 stories in a day when she's particularly on a roll), starting Christmas. But yesterday she was back to herself

Bethanynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1645263673713768284.post-10717168680054107332008-01-01T03:38:00.000+08:002008-01-01T21:35:40.939+08:00

Listen to her tell this story HERECorin destroyed the eckle(?) and Larry being caught. So then Corin was so fierce! And he’s so scary. Also Yush wasn’t with them, because they had put the lid on, covered was over Larry, and Corin said, “What’s over there???.... ALADAR!” Aladar scuffled about in a field where he was surrounded. He was scuttling about day and night. He was scuttling in a field

Bethanynoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1645263673713768284.post-67900581436375670212007-12-20T19:25:00.000+08:002007-12-20T19:28:02.245+08:00

So her current thing is recitative-type singing. She's doing it all the time, making up tons of songs on the spur of the moment, and some of them really good too, only she never lets me record anything really good. The other day she started this song withI stepped out of ancient historyLarry and Pip and meAnd went on to sing this very interesting song about their adventures, that included

Bethanynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1645263673713768284.post-12593950353620263312007-12-13T00:37:00.000+08:002007-12-20T08:59:00.970+08:00

Since I won't have time to transcribe much this month, I've decided to skim through the vast amount of recordings I now have of her and post a few that really stand out just through listening to them. Click on the story titles to listen to the story.Corin and Larry get married??? 2007-12-01This is a fun story with lots of singing in it :)Ok, here's the transcript of the above story TEN! Corin

Bethanynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1645263673713768284.post-71889375748975810422007-12-11T01:26:00.000+08:002007-12-11T01:36:32.946+08:00

Well, I just had to transcribe this one right away, because she was really starting to freak out because she really wanted me to sit and listen to her tell this one besides recording it as well - I mean REALLY sit right beside her on the floor and pay full attention to her absolutely. She wouldn't start until I did that, and almost threw a tantrum because I was actually busy with something else..

Bethanynoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1645263673713768284.post-85692824714523423752007-12-02T12:59:00.000+08:002007-12-02T13:18:39.383+08:00

Just a quick update for Bethany's faithful blog readers. Since I bought the new recorder to record her stories about 2 weeks ago, I already have 8 hours worth of recordings from her - and these are just the ones that she said she WANTED me to record. I haven't had the time to convert them to lower web-friendly resolutions yet.Here are a couple of brief video clips that beautifully show her

Bethanynoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1645263673713768284.post-13775744295864571072007-11-25T02:26:00.000+08:002007-11-25T02:46:57.149+08:00

She wanted us to record her 5 times today, although sometimes she starts a new story within the same session. She's quite serious about wanting to be recorded now, she will actually wait to start her story until we're ready with the recorder! This whole series is definitely influenced by Enid Blyton's Mystery series, yet the actual stories are her own, as always.CLICK ON THE TITLES TO HEAR

Bethanynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1645263673713768284.post-87169758974189764242007-11-23T21:53:00.000+08:002007-11-25T02:26:03.146+08:00

All stories recorded today. Again, we only recorded those stories she said we could. All the stories are connected as usual. It's interesting also hearing her comment to herself things like supposed chapter headings and, one of her most common phrases, "so, where did we stop?" because it really sounds as if she's reading from a book, and indeed that's what she always pretends to do when she tells

Bethanynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1645263673713768284.post-74183127093202410842007-11-23T00:30:00.000+08:002007-11-23T21:42:57.720+08:00

All these stories were recorded today. I made a decision the other day to only record the stories she explicitly tells me to record. She's been very aware of my new recorder and really seems to be playing up to it, asking to be recorded about every other story - so her actual output today was about twice as much as what we (her daddy as well as me) recorded.Her phrase of the day seems to be "he

Bethanynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1645263673713768284.post-22339565998237348542007-11-21T00:04:00.000+08:002007-11-21T21:47:34.658+08:00

Between the story I posted yesterday and today she told over 2 hours worth of stories that she wanted recorded, that I recorded onto 21 new files... there is NO WAY I can transcribe at this rate... I still haven't even cleared previous months' backlogs :(So, since this new recorder records with such clarity, I've decided to simply post some of the MP3s without transcription. Her diction is very

Bethanynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1645263673713768284.post-38474426340505779102007-11-19T00:44:00.000+08:002007-11-19T13:08:54.525+08:00

I bought a new top-quality recorder, specially to record her stories with better clarity, and also to allow me to record her from a distance (since she sometimes so strongly objects to being recorded at all!) It's a Zoom H2, and it works perfectly! As a result of my new toy, I have almost an hour's worth of new stories from only yesterday and today. I may at some point revert to merely posting

Bethanynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1645263673713768284.post-75727430895910529522007-11-13T10:54:00.000+08:002007-11-13T10:58:32.117+08:00

She specifically asked me to record this story this morning, then left me hanging....You can listen to her telling me this HERE He was in a dream... he was not in his real bunch, he was in a dream. Fatty and the Five Find Outers... wasn’t real... the purpose, what can ever be the purpose??? “Larry!” Aladar nudged Corin. “(Whispers) Kim, Kim, Kim...”Kim was... was quite ordinary. He used it

Bethanynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1645263673713768284.post-89333033480580880372007-11-11T00:50:00.000+08:002007-11-13T11:00:15.129+08:00

She put a recording ban on me for more than 2 weeks, or perhaps closer to a month now. She's been telling as many stories as ever during this time, just not allowing me to record any. I got an explanation from her about this 4 days ago. She said that I couldn't record any of her current stories because they all included Mr Goon (a character originally from the Mystery series of books written by

Bethanynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1645263673713768284.post-31667365071497060312007-10-30T15:40:00.000+08:002007-10-30T15:42:33.933+08:00

The Nineown Open Chickening of Aladar. The Nineown Chickening was very very powerful thingy and it was very shim to learn about it. His father and his din(?) and shims, his ships and steps and the shimp(?)... “What happened to them?” he said, grumpily looking at Aladar. Aladar said, “I will go to the Interstate and look for them in there,” said Aladar. So he went into Aladar’s... Corin went

Bethanynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1645263673713768284.post-17156461081559276002007-10-29T13:44:00.000+08:002007-10-29T13:46:16.695+08:00

One said, “Mom, can I go with two Ms?” Contents. “So where you want to go? Why you want to go there?” Said I “But I like to,” he said gloomily looking at one of the Fomats, and one of the Shims said, “You can go there later, with one of the Shims, and I will go to the Interstate, and they will go with I because I need them.” All his property. All his property. He scampered down into the deep

Bethanynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1645263673713768284.post-76461948570850214132007-10-29T13:40:00.000+08:002007-10-29T13:44:24.415+08:00

Transcribers note: Her word of the day seems to be "scampered"They scampered down into the open woods, into the dark new forest. They were holding their lamp, so they can see where they were going and where they’re on. It was very far away. It was very far away. It was very far away, and very teeny... they walked deeper into the woods and they found something that led to the broad bend, but it

Bethanynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1645263673713768284.post-61305750268540713352007-10-27T23:42:00.000+08:002007-10-28T10:02:10.796+08:00

Very interesting bit of backstory that she explained to me today. Corythosaurus hasn’t appeared in any of her stories in recent weeks, although he used to be a major character in previous months, so I asked her about him, and also about the new characters she’s introduced in recent weeks that keep reemerging in different stories (most of which I haven’t managed to record because she’s put an

Bethanynoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1645263673713768284.post-49748269144675103862007-10-20T01:00:00.000+08:002007-10-20T01:01:18.236+08:00

Although this story is not as coherent as it could be, it is nonetheless very interesting for the dual perspective it introduces. The first part is obviously influenced by Bible stories of Jesus as a Healer and Friend. Then in the second part she switches perspective and approaches it from a whole different angle – that of the germs! “We will help you,” said the boy, coming and looking at one of

Bethanynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1645263673713768284.post-44754306903719220162007-10-09T00:07:00.000+08:002007-10-09T00:22:25.382+08:00

I am just SO backlogged with story transcriptions that I have close to 70 untranscribed recordings still on my computer, dating from the second week of September. But this afternoon's story was such a surprising one, that I decided to transcribe it immediately and post it, and clear the backlog as and when I am able to - there ARE some real gems in there too, only her rate of storytelling was so

Bethanynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1645263673713768284.post-4720944845383052007-10-04T11:02:00.000+08:002007-10-04T11:06:00.705+08:00

Shell story is in black, story within the story is in blue.“Babyyyy…. Something’s in my eye.” There’s something in Aladar’s eye just now. Then, Luigi’s. Written by Horin Horsay. Illustrations by Aladar T. Watten. Contents. Page Numbers. Page One, Without It. Page Two, With one Kim. Page Three. Without Aladar Maiasaura. Page 4. Without It. Page 5, Without the Man. Page 6, Without It. Page Seven

Bethanynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1645263673713768284.post-13935478965919691932007-10-04T10:59:00.000+08:002007-10-04T11:02:06.902+08:00

Started recording this well after she’d started. Long long village, and deinonychus came. Said, “I will knock knock!” Knock knock. He came in, feeling rather sad or something. Or not maybe sad, this is deinonychus, and this is parasaurolophus. And Corin lived in a long long village with deinonychus that morning. He said, “How? Where? Where did you get this one from?” said deinonychus. “It’s

Bethanynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1645263673713768284.post-7410431162509248872007-09-30T02:28:00.000+08:002007-09-30T12:23:30.182+08:00

I love how she builds up the suspense in this story with the surprise present - you have to hear her tell it to really appreciate it.Listen to Bethany tell this story HERE.I want you to listen! You have to sit down.Corin lived in a long long village where a BANG came, then everybody SAW someone was there coming near them - it was a monster.Chapter 14. With Aladar Corin.With Aladar Corin was a

Bethanynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1645263673713768284.post-86983025757283004772007-09-30T01:58:00.000+08:002007-09-30T02:00:16.967+08:00

They shouldn’t. The Nineown Open Plains. There be no vultures. Corin without.The Nineown Open Plains. (Indecipherable phrase).The Nineown Open Plains. Shift, Aladar. Illustrations by Aladar.“Dear old friend, I declare you to come.”Corin was living in a dark orip pin, that led to the darkest very deep narrow no one dare go there, not go near it because there was monster.“Dear old friend, I declare

Bethanynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1645263673713768284.post-92109036830048786262007-09-29T23:24:00.000+08:002007-09-29T23:27:04.255+08:00

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

Bethanynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1645263673713768284.post-20954769853201786662007-09-29T23:22:00.000+08:002007-09-29T23:24:07.068+08:00

All these stories featuring the little tractor are her own spin on the Ladybird book, The Little Blue Tractor. Unlike her Aladar stories, these are not out of thin air ;)They didn’t wanted to do it anymore. Only a knight came from the edge, from the box. Then the little tractor was worried and scared, and so cosy. And he snuggled up and said, “Please... I can’t go inside a box again. No. Because

Bethanynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1645263673713768284.post-87822421132542263922007-09-29T23:18:00.000+08:002007-09-29T23:22:23.543+08:00

This story is her own twist on Ladybird's The Little Blue Tractor.Ladybird. The Little Tractor. Written by Aladar P. Waters.Little Fee Fi Fo Fum was terrified to see the noises. So did Little Tractor. Little Tractor saw a lot of things, afraid of that man. “It will be winter after. Wet until the Interstate. Our baby needs some energy.” He just that scared.“They will be black toed in a second,

Bethanynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1645263673713768284.post-57016572086770022112007-09-28T19:26:00.000+08:002007-09-28T19:27:10.984+08:00

The story already started but the recording was way too noisy for me to transcribe before this point. This is another story within the story. I have used two different font colours to distinguish the shell story from the story within the story. He wanted them to be nice to the other one. “Paak paak, paak paak.” “All of you too, you shouldn’t do it.” Then the others tapped him and pull apart,

Bethanynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1645263673713768284.post-10110597762251136812007-09-27T20:16:00.000+08:002007-09-27T20:18:09.092+08:00

I can’t get over the complexity of this story. Aladar catches Corythosaurus writing his own book, but in one of Aladar’s own books, and gets mad at Corythosaurus, admonishing him to write his own story in his own book. Corythosaurus proceeds to do so. At the end of it, Aladar congratulates Corythosaurus on writing a good story. She really is working at perfecting this story within the story

Bethanynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1645263673713768284.post-52219430929450341962007-09-27T20:13:00.000+08:002007-09-27T20:16:07.147+08:00

Corin with Aladar! There Orin of Corip, there Aladar! There Corin of the features(?) of Aladar! Illustrations by Corythosaurus. (To me: Corythosaurus is doing illustrations now! He’s like Aladar.) “Dear old friend...” Aladar was writing a book for his Aladar’s... Aladar’s Serpent. Then, it’s a good one. Peek Beak. Peek Beak was so boom, umph. And so he was in, in a going of who was Interstate

Bethanynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1645263673713768284.post-59243262368815278402007-09-27T20:09:00.000+08:002007-09-27T20:13:05.381+08:00

He shouldn’t peek! “(SINGS) DA BA DOO AH ZINE.” He didn’t look. Pyne behind Corin. Corin behind Corip. Pyne behind Corip. “You shouldn’t do this anymore. Place behind,” he said to Norip. “I shouldn’t do this,” he said with clearer voice, “I shouldn’t.” (Indecipherable phrase). Corin didn’t notice he was bad and so dumb. He didn’t notice. “I shouldn’t do this anymore,” he said. “Maybe... hmm

Bethanynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1645263673713768284.post-69562544014345293222007-09-27T20:06:00.000+08:002007-09-27T20:08:27.035+08:00

They want him to cast(?) out some stories, so he couldn’t get out some... some injuries. So he can do all, everything he want about stuff, about his renewing (indecipherable) Corin the Norin pig. His Corin the Norin pig was so so terrified to see the noises and banging. So want to see what happened, there was more noises and banging, and he stepped in, doubt above him. There open enough secret

Bethanynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1645263673713768284.post-59118383920037585292007-09-27T19:55:00.000+08:002007-09-27T20:06:15.461+08:00

I started recording this one midway through the story... (Me: Aladar has children???) Yes. But the name was Parasaurolophus Corin, and Parasaurolophus, and Chorin the Toysaurus, Poysophe a... Poysophe a Poysaurus, Saurus, and Poor Corin. And Corin knowledge have been, and his children... I don’t know the name of his children. I only know his sister, he’s Corin, and his friend. That his... that

Bethanynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1645263673713768284.post-36590346521345909472007-09-27T19:52:00.000+08:002007-09-27T19:55:54.017+08:00

Contents. Contents. Page 1 - The Land of Corip. Page 2 – They want Corip they learn. Page 3 – The Knowledge of Bad Design. Page 4 – Where they looked out. Page 5 – Turn the page and find the letter, the letter, so.. Page 6 – They looked out on the Sea Serpent. Page 7 – They looked back. Page 8 – The coat behind. Page 9 – They didn’t look. Page 10 – They did their part. (Note: She often starts her

Bethanynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1645263673713768284.post-18361084134470001172007-09-27T19:44:00.000+08:002007-09-27T19:52:32.586+08:00

“Hi!” said Corythosaurus. The line of dinosaurs was not looking out, only at night. (Indecipherable phrase, then addresses me: You can’t record me. You can’t record me. You can’t record me, I’ll record myself! M: Yup, you can record yourself... you record yourself just hold it B: Speak into it, no time for little play. You have to press). So, so terrified, to see there were so many

Bethanynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1645263673713768284.post-91690575051188139792007-09-27T19:39:00.000+08:002007-09-27T19:44:04.135+08:00

Aladar. He was just looking for the shoobane. The shoobane was not looking out. Only a knight came near it. Then the nearer it obeyed him, didn’t look out at the service, no time at the service. Deek behind, Deek behind Aladar New Adventure! Aladar’s New Adventure! (Title) Illustrations by Corythosaurus. (Illustrator) T-Rex! (Publisher) Once upon a time... Once upon a time there lived a

Bethanynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1645263673713768284.post-6340582077050894682007-09-26T00:00:00.000+08:002007-09-26T00:03:05.429+08:00

I now have 58 untranscribed files sitting on my computer. The reason? I've been working on a special Zero to Three Milestones video for Bethany's 3rd birthday coming up next Monday. And now it's finished!Since this is her storytelling blog, I am posting the storytelling section of that video here. I hope you enjoy watching "Evolution of a Storyteller"!Make video montages at www.OneTrueMedia.com

Bethanynoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1645263673713768284.post-76402978350183799852007-09-15T19:13:00.000+08:002007-09-15T19:24:44.060+08:00

This story was told while waiting for the train to Singapore at the Central Train Station, in the waiting room. There were strangers around, but she seemed apparently oblivious to them. The story apparently revolves around Corythosaurus who is finishing writing his new book and doesn't want the rest to read his not yet complete manuscript... within the story, you can see how he feels sad when his

Bethanynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1645263673713768284.post-80494365909711208692007-09-15T19:05:00.000+08:002007-09-15T19:13:37.583+08:00

Listen to Bethany tell this story HERE, complete with spooky voices :)It’s a funny story. Cook knew. Cook knew it was not looking out, but it was adoring it. It was a customer, not out but only a noise came, a BANG!!!!!!! CAME! THEN IT LOOKED, BUT A CRACK! THEN A BAAAAANGGG!!!!! CAME (laughing). THEY WERE THERE BUT NO TIME. A BAAAANNGGGG!!!!!! ANOTHER BANG CAME. THEN A BANG!!! CAME. BANG! BANG!

Bethanynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1645263673713768284.post-22026372898411857442007-09-15T18:59:00.000+08:002007-09-22T14:22:22.287+08:00

Aladar and Corythosaurus have a misunderstanding and T-rex acts as peacemaker...Listen to Bethany tell this story HERE, complete with funny voices. “That’s Corythosaurus in a coach!” They were, they were so sharp and so deeper, it was very don’t like it until the whole ground was painful. Until night, it was crying with fear, but they still doing the trap thingymajiggy. It was by the lake.“HA

Bethanynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1645263673713768284.post-82200102674507277142007-09-15T00:20:00.000+08:002007-09-15T00:23:29.329+08:00

Daddy recorded this one. She got distracted shortly after he started recording. I'm not sure how far into the story the recording began, but it sounds reasonably complete as a super short story as it is ;)DAH!!!! No time... maybe it was not something, but maybe it was. Something is broke in the store. Because he was mad about it, because it was CAT in bin! He saw... he said something, “(spooky

Bethanynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1645263673713768284.post-79477085237027165602007-09-14T17:51:00.000+08:002007-09-14T17:53:38.642+08:00

She had already started this story and was well into it when I tried starting to record her. This is the last story in my backlog from the 29th August. There was one more video clip, but having just checked it, the audio was far too muffled for transcription... Accidentally. But (too noisy) Icthyosaurus Kaiwen Tee. (Indecipherable). (To me) I want you to listen to me! (This is a recent

Bethanynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1645263673713768284.post-70155190045977424562007-09-14T16:29:00.000+08:002007-09-14T17:36:40.930+08:00

This morning I asked her about the davinoars in the above story and was rewarded with enthusiastic explanations that ended with a series of illustrations by her! Actually she started providing backstory on the Nineown (which I initially transcribed, apparently incorrectly, as Nineold) Open Plains since yesterday, pointing it out to me on the world map in her playroom. It is located in Australia,

Bethanynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1645263673713768284.post-75120482997819516572007-09-14T16:22:00.000+08:002007-09-15T00:19:33.174+08:00

Only two more transcriptions to go from the recordings on the 29th of August! This one came with some exciting developments that I will explain in a separate post... look out for the quaint sense of scorn (I've bolded it for easy locating) she introduces in some of the conversations - I found it very funny, hope you will too!Am using colour-coding again. Green is the shell story, blue is the

Bethanynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1645263673713768284.post-57595299682504787222007-09-13T01:05:00.000+08:002007-09-13T01:08:39.966+08:00

Yet another from the 10 in one day recordings.We have to be watch out from it! Because it might be (indecipherable phrase). “Quick, quick! Start!” they started and everybody geared up and stamped their feet, “Welcome!!... to the final place.” Because there were no time to lose. But Aladar says, “QUICK! WE HAVE TO FIND IT!” But there was, there were no (indecipherable). There was birds flying

Bethanynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1645263673713768284.post-68844095528181650582007-09-13T00:51:00.000+08:002007-09-13T01:05:49.035+08:00

Also from the series of 10 recorded in one day. She started this one with long explanations to me about various things. I'm colour coding for readability. Black for when she's talking to me, blue for the story being told/written by Corythosaurus (story within the story) and green for the dialog between Aladar and Corythosaurus (the shell story). (I'm a bit confused sometimes which is what, but

Bethanynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1645263673713768284.post-11040451658285906762007-09-13T00:44:00.000+08:002007-09-13T00:47:16.313+08:00

Still from the batch of stories all recorded in one day, on August the 29th...The Nineown Open Plain, the vulture didn’t circle above them, there were no time... Contents! (Then a little interruption because of me placing the recorder in a better position as she’d moved...) No time (indecipherable), the little hook came to go out in the nineown open forest He didn’t know that, but it was not

Bethanynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1645263673713768284.post-10186311795592521922007-09-07T21:58:00.000+08:002007-09-07T22:02:00.615+08:00

This is from recording 4 of 10, but is the first part of that recording as she told two stories one immediately after another. I like this one for its lengthy speeches, and her funny Joey voice is back again :)Listen to Bethany tell this story HERE Didn’t look, but only the vultures circled above him, and all the dinosaurs, all the herbivores and all the carnivores sat down for a rest Everybody

Bethanynoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1645263673713768284.post-33762668439469419382007-09-07T20:57:00.000+08:002007-09-09T15:40:58.007+08:00

Recording 3 of 10 from the 29th August. This one still continues in the vein of a story within a story. The black text is the "container" story, while the blue text is the story within the story that is being "written" by Aladar... There were no time to lose... the dinosaurs have to be programmed with all these circles and all these little things... killed....did all day live the dinosaurs (

Bethanynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1645263673713768284.post-517022205994564072007-09-07T20:54:00.000+08:002007-09-07T20:57:18.103+08:00

This is the second story from 13 she told on the 29th August, of which we managed to record 10. This one is obviously inspired by the story "The Little Blue Tractor", although she wasn't holding the book when telling this story...and has also added her own variations to the original. In the winter, after they take the ninth “A new ark!” he said, “no time... we were munching on the pizzas” (

Bethanynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1645263673713768284.post-50064485979573710702007-09-02T07:24:00.000+08:002007-09-02T07:36:50.679+08:00

Oh my, she really IS quite obsessed with death and killing...This was the first story I recorded first thing in the morning on the 29th of August - I had decided to try and record every single story she told on that day, just to see how many she really does tell in one single day, since I usually only manage to record a fraction of what she's doing... (I still have a large number of video files

Bethanynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1645263673713768284.post-76572685869701602962007-08-31T16:29:00.000+08:002007-08-31T16:43:22.822+08:00

This story is unusual because suddenly out of the blue she addresses daddy who is recording her. It seems she has suddenly developed a keen awareness of telling a story for an audience! Perhaps this is closely related with her sudden change of heart 2 days ago about wanting us to record her, from previously hating to be recorded! (Ref. Useful context of these stories)The story is still told by

Bethanynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1645263673713768284.post-34698012736042083562007-08-31T16:25:00.000+08:002007-08-31T16:27:50.217+08:00

LISTEN TO THIS STORY HEREThey haven’t do it, they looked outside Corythosaurus open new window, after The nineold open plain of the vultures There were no time but only (indecipherable) “After, Cook, behind,” Corythosaurus asked, “no time did they look outside, Cook, after?” “Look behind, Corythosaurus, do you want in?” Illustrations by Ladybird So, dinosaurus looked in, Contents They

Bethanynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1645263673713768284.post-21464040007088397722007-08-31T16:14:00.000+08:002007-08-31T16:21:02.259+08:00

She has named her large yellow ball with a smiley face on it Cook. He suddenly appears in a story here, along with other members of the Cook family...Listen to her tell this story HEREThere no time left, no time left Nook behind... nook behind Cook, nook behind Cook! Aladar New Adventure! P. Cook. Aladar’s New Adventure. Contents. Page Five, Then He Looked Outside. Page Six, The Sea Serpent

Bethanynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1645263673713768284.post-75179319434491484692007-08-30T10:40:00.000+08:002007-08-30T10:47:37.005+08:00

Her obsession with death themes continues...I asked her about her use of the phrase "nine old" - I had thought that's what it was, but she said it's not - it's supposed to be a proper noun she's made up, so technically it should be "nineold"(?) - anyway, she says it's a type of dinosaur she's made up, but from the story below (and also others) apparently there are many different things that are "

Bethanynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1645263673713768284.post-73493893405357126142007-08-30T10:34:00.000+08:002007-09-03T05:15:56.485+08:00

After clearing the backlog of stories from a couple of weeks back, I started recording again 2 nights ago. This is the first of those stories. I have a couple more recordings from the night of the 28th, then NINE recordings from the 29th alone! I thought I'd try following her around all day and recording every story she told.. there were actually 3 more, making it a total of TWELVE stories that

Bethanynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1645263673713768284.post-21047627361265980802007-08-29T02:19:00.000+08:002007-08-29T02:27:18.789+08:00

The whole bunch of stories that I just finished transcribing and posting are all told within the context of Aladar as the storyteller. Sometimes Aladar interacts with his immediate environment, other times he interacts with his own story. It is helpful to keep this in mind when reading the stories...She's recently become less antagonisitic towards the recorder, she actually said "record me" today

Bethanynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1645263673713768284.post-15221881840979110012007-08-29T02:16:00.000+08:002007-08-29T02:17:39.303+08:00

He looked, at two hands... there was marshlands, it shout new heavens, says God’s left hand... my hand.... down no heavens... and leaves, and trees... all around them... and the king said, “(in a whisper) we have to be quiet.... they may have dinosaurs...” The main did they look, they offered to the dinosaurs, but the dinosaurs just said... kill The dinosaurs all say..... kill They looked out,

Bethanynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1645263673713768284.post-78685715709214446392007-08-29T02:14:00.000+08:002007-08-29T02:15:31.284+08:00

Koish Behind, Koish Light Aladar was not looking out in his open window Of all the species, Aladar looked and looked and looked And looked and looked and looked He couldn’t see nothing!! He couldn’t see anything!!! Then he went down and seed something Something moving, IT’S REALLY MOVING!!!! IT WAS A NON-KOISH!!! He said, “No” For a second it moved a bit! THEN THERE WERE FOUR LEGGED, AND

Bethanynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1645263673713768284.post-40828973741798949162007-08-29T02:11:00.000+08:002007-08-29T02:14:16.685+08:00

So, Aladar had a CARD! (Whispers) Where is it? SO, Aladar was not looking outside of his open window, outside you can see the book of the four pictures No, not looking outside the window at Corythosaurus New Adventure, that June... Aladar was not listening, but who he listening outside his window At first Tyrannosaurus had a card, then Triceratops had a card too (Whispers) Where was it? Who

Bethanynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1645263673713768284.post-8013884818435705212007-08-29T02:10:00.000+08:002007-08-29T02:11:50.354+08:00

Aladar wouldn’t even play football, after the noon Aladar leave the court, then begin to run after the nine known dinosaurs, be CONTENTS, they were looking at... twice they knew, speaking a funny voice, caught page one Index, by Peesh, Chapter Seven Just Peesh... The Night of the Dinosaur’s Serpent Then Aladar did go to the serpent, page two Get behind Aladar’s new adventure, page six

Bethanynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1645263673713768284.post-20494802255662807072007-08-29T02:09:00.000+08:002007-08-29T02:10:20.250+08:00

Aladar’s New (whispers) Adventure! He down and he go at the Jurassic Cretaceous Period, at the no one knows what, he lived at the Lone Village (indecipherable) after the witch died... then they help us go there, but the bench died, then Aladar said to Stegosaurus, “Is it not a nice place Tyrannosaurus?” “Nope” “Out... out,” said Aladar, “carefully do it,” to Tyrannosaurus Brachiosaurus came

Bethanynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1645263673713768284.post-65410561459251868562007-08-29T02:08:00.001+08:002007-08-29T02:08:59.188+08:00

So Aladar led a court for salesgirls, in a shop for Maiasaurus She big enough to look inside so the baby maiasaura will hatch out too And they have a dinner... Tyrannosaurus was so (indecipherable) and grab the birds, he was flying the aeroplane... a toy aeroplane, his toy aeroplane But Stegosaurus was not, he didn’t have a toy aeroplane At first, at there... the first was flied it outside!

Bethanynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1645263673713768284.post-41831694198949834732007-08-29T02:05:00.000+08:002007-08-29T02:07:10.780+08:00

Outside, outside in the north end, there was trees and faraway islands and dark rolling seas and that rivers of their banks The worries was, was palaeontologists, they (indecipherable) of the dark answers They, they were looking out... out for predators But no other, not you should look out for predators There was always predators in this forest, there was always predators.. always, always

Bethanynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1645263673713768284.post-17886545926718386812007-08-29T02:04:00.000+08:002007-08-29T02:05:42.680+08:00

CAME!!!! With a loud bang, then he tried to, tried to get it not to do the banging again Not too many times, he get his book already then did not bang He approached, he didn’t make any too much noise... there pushed (then whispers) what in I pushed what in, was so many break... so many terrified of Aladar The the next morning, Aladar woke up, and then he saw a bunch of iguanodons coming

Bethanynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1645263673713768284.post-13210621389031044752007-08-29T02:02:00.000+08:002007-08-29T02:03:36.054+08:00

“ ‘Of the New Adventure’.... I saw it so titled... then get a big keyboard... THEN... ‘(indecipherable phrase) that him who bought a pink keyboard at the top of his head... there was a big round goo at the top of his head, THEN the goo became to be seen in Aladar’s... Aladar’s Magic Goo!! Then it was Aladar’s, Aladar’s Magic Goo... so he, he GOT it, his magic goo.. then, put it out..’ one of,

Bethanynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1645263673713768284.post-3837054748541918322007-08-29T02:01:00.000+08:002007-08-29T02:02:34.485+08:00

I asked her about what the first word in this story was – Koick – she said it’s a type of dinosaur (that she invented), a long-necked carnivore that eats plankton and small dinosaurs... so on with the story... Koick...Koicke... do you know Koicke? Can you look outside at the noise so far away? Further, further away? Hmm... Aladar know you lying... At the top of Aladar’s head there came a loud

Bethanynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1645263673713768284.post-48701101503288000032007-08-29T01:59:00.000+08:002007-08-29T02:00:10.610+08:00

“Aladar’s Adventure. Contents!... I’m going to read this one, I’m going to read this one” Once upon a time, there lived a owl who speaked, “this is a frying pan!” And they have no English or no, no Chinese, but he have English (indecipherable) “That word language, do you know that? Do anybody know that?” “No! Nobody knows that!” “But he knows.. everything” “Some Chinese and English, or

Bethanynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1645263673713768284.post-50209930832214415482007-08-29T01:55:00.000+08:002007-08-29T01:58:17.893+08:00

(A to himself) “Aladar’s Adventure.... Contents... Aladar’s catch... catch cold... Aladar’s Catching Cold” Then Corythosaurus came, “Why are you catching cold Aladar?” “Because of my chicken pox” “Please don’t go out until better” “But, not really...” “See? You are so sick.....oh, he’s vomit...” Aladar said, “Is this another page? ‘Then Aladar (indecipherable)’, said Aladar to

Bethanynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1645263673713768284.post-48145201350292265322007-08-26T18:29:00.000+08:002007-09-22T18:42:04.309+08:00

This one makes it really clear what she's been doing these past few stories, about the two levels of dialogue going on between Aladar and the story he's telling/writing/reading and Aladar and his friends. I can't believe how convoluted her storytelling has become!Colour coding: Black is the shell story, of Aladar and his friends. Blue is the story being told by Aladar. "Aladar’s New Adventures"“

Bethanynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1645263673713768284.post-39905693864127564702007-08-26T18:27:00.000+08:002007-08-26T18:29:12.269+08:00

Still continuing the previous storytelling mode and instalments... two levels of dialogue: the first between Aladar and his friends, and the second the story that Aladar is telling/writing/readingThe New Adventures of Aladar!!! “Yippee Ya Ya Yippee Yippee Yaa!” “Daaad, I sing like that! Alright, I will sing something else!” Then he went out, to find anybody to sing to him THEN his buddy didn

Bethanynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1645263673713768284.post-40927115783840984562007-08-26T18:24:00.000+08:002007-08-26T18:26:30.424+08:00

This story continues the approach of the former, and includes two levels of dialogue, between Aladar and his friends, and the dialogue within the story that Aladar is writing/reading. “Aladar’s Adventure, Long, long ago....” Sitting there, “Are you ready?” Said Aladar, “See another icon, say how old... at long, long ago...” said at “however, where’s the king?” “Yes!” said Aladar, “I’m ready.

Bethanynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1645263673713768284.post-1687493536220591912007-08-26T18:05:00.000+08:002007-08-26T18:19:25.791+08:00

She also uses the "story within a story" technique here, but to a lesser degreeThere was a princess whose name was Bethany Then her mother came and was so angry... she gone somewhere else “Yes, my dear,” said Bethany, “what do you want?” “Never mind..” “YES!!” (indecipherable phrase) Bethany’s mommy Daddy, “DON’T.. GET.. THAT.. STUFF...IN..SIDE...THAT...PIG!” he shouted out “Mommy, my dear,

Bethanynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1645263673713768284.post-61702530343338857402007-08-26T17:55:00.000+08:002007-08-26T18:02:38.761+08:00

Mommy’s note: this is the first story I recorded that is part of an ongoing unfolding story – I missed recording many of its instalments. To give readers some context, Aladar is apparently writing his own storybook called “Aladar’s New Adventure”. Bethany’s story includes dialogue between Aladar and his friends, as well as dialogue from the story that Aladar is writing. The development of this

Bethanynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1645263673713768284.post-77661978490401590342007-08-22T19:17:00.000+08:002007-08-22T19:23:34.504+08:00

This is a selection of brief excerpts from videos that I have yet to transcribe, all taken within the past couple of days. Besides this, I also have several MP3 files to transcribe as well. You can see, she's back in full swing after recovering from the flu!Make video montages at www.OneTrueMedia.com

Bethanynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1645263673713768284.post-38977117291282948612007-08-21T17:46:00.000+08:002007-08-21T17:56:12.483+08:00

It's been more than a week since I've posted any story from Bethany. She took a break from storytelling for a few days when she came down with influenza last week, but has returned to it with a vengeance, since a couple of days or so back. But I already have a big backlog of recorded video and some audio, now this latest flood of stories... I managed to miss recording most of them this time...One

Bethanynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1645263673713768284.post-652591397922108922007-08-12T15:35:00.000+08:002007-08-12T20:34:03.508+08:00

This one is remarkably coherent! Hardly any repeating of words, looks like she's growing up!LISTEN TO BETHANY TELL THIS STORY HERE while you read the transcriptIt’s another one... “Aladar!” said Corythosaur, “are you behind me? I’m hiding from the carnataur..” “Alright!” said Corythosaurus, “Aladar run away! And the carnataur comes and bite me!” “Alright!” said Aladar, “I will just fight with

Bethanynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1645263673713768284.post-67954394201285764132007-08-09T10:27:00.000+08:002007-08-09T10:30:26.267+08:00

LISTEN TO BETHANY TELL THIS STORY HEREAnd Aladar said “I love to leave my bones there!!!.... it’s MY bones, I’m making a fossil...” Then Tyrannosaurus Rex came, then “Peace for all!” he just chant it out, “Tyrannosaurus Rex?? Don’t sneak my child!” “Alright!” said Tyrannosaurus Rex, “I won’t!” “DADDY!!!! SNACKS!!!!” Aladar shouted out “LONG NECK!!!!!! LONG NECK get SOME DINOSAURS! Have to

Bethanynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1645263673713768284.post-65734878790636591442007-08-08T23:41:00.000+08:002007-08-08T23:43:18.607+08:00

Another one that I started recording after she’d started. She was reading from a library book on dinosaurs. A BIG rock from space! Hit the earth, then they DIED THEN, they died long, long ago And then they went down when the mammoths lived Then the mammoth lived when they not there... there was a thunderstorm there... aaall of them died out THEN!!! A big huge thing came, like a MAMMAL! A

Bethanynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1645263673713768284.post-65912548689164097622007-08-08T17:10:00.000+08:002007-08-08T17:46:45.037+08:00

I started recording this one after she’d already started, not sure when...You really MUST listen to the audio while you read this transcript - her dramatizations are mind blowing on this one! Check out esp. the section I've highlighted in bold in the story.Here is the link to the MP3 recording (it will load automatically in your Media player) And was sent out from sight and in action He says, “

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Mommy's note: I was pretty amazed at the themes she tackled in this one!The MP3 recording of the story is here and will load automatically in Media player - you can listen to her telling this story as you read the transcript...And he, and he said, “Is this a cool place?” “Yes!” said parasaurolophus “No!” said another voice who was coming behind of a weeping willow tree, sticking out by the

Bethanynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1645263673713768284.post-20487159345202382182007-08-04T12:22:00.000+08:002007-08-07T17:23:52.635+08:00

Daddy spent 2 days trying to capture her various stories. He still missed quite a few. These clips give you a glimpse of life with Bethany. I've only extracted about 10 seconds per story. He started filming one afternoon, continued all day the next day, and ended the following morning. Unbelievably, she still had stories that he missed filming, because nobody can stand by with a camera 24x7!

Bethanynoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1645263673713768284.post-68560358437853087572007-08-01T12:36:00.000+08:002007-08-01T12:39:17.490+08:00

(I started the recorder only some time after she’d started on this one)It’s down the right hole, and he said “NO WAY!! I WON’T SEE IT!!I will hid this stuff along the path... NO! I won’t see it!”Chapter Seven, The Night.The noise whined, having covered by the (indecipherable)Aladar lift a HEAVY BOX that behind a little, a little kidAnd the little kid said, “You won’t see it! I’m getting on my

Bethanynoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1645263673713768284.post-24500566739757324822007-08-01T02:37:00.000+08:002007-08-01T10:05:25.998+08:00

I've been trying to clear the backlog of stories on my mp3 recorder. I've only got 3 more to go now, (of course she's bound to add to that tomorrow!) plus one on the videocam. These newer stories show a subtle change in her stories again - more varied characters and much longer sentences.LATEST UPDATE: THIS STORY IS NOW FULLY TRANSCRIBED(Entire section below in a very quiet whispering voice)“Come

Bethanynoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1645263673713768284.post-40936979288630588492007-08-01T02:34:00.000+08:002007-08-01T02:41:12.976+08:00

There they go out in the placeAnd the place they know they will stay, in the morning sun, in the outside todayIs it in the backyard? Coming outside? In the garden?Hyenas! Hyenas coming in the backyard! Hide, hide!Where they come.... the hyenas eat!Hyenas, hyenas, so I’ll look for my own motherAnd I look for the hyenasSo the hyenas catched out with those...

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