Hootch the Dragon, 2008-04-21

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. Hootch said quietly, as Hootch got his evidence and blazed it into the sunlit moonlight.

Hootch hummed as he singed,
Hmm hmm go away...
faded into song.

Humming song,
Away the moon, no more...
(To me: do you want to hear the song?)

But without the cause of the moon,
The wild beast of more, this beast
He came and saw the place
(To me: that’s what the song is all about)

But his moon couldn’t help, because he was going and couldn’t come. And couldn’t come back.

Hootch never wanted him to help it. But outside the moon, the ent moot, it was really nothing but this little moon. The ent moot cried, “No, we have to leave him. Leave him. We need evidence.” So they ran and fatted Hootch up.

Hootch had laboured in the chamber. Hootch had chambered. Hootch had killed Hoos, maybe out of Hootch to protect him from all.

“Oh,” Hootch cried. But outside, inside this little moon, the ent moot fattened them up, and ate them. “This is real people,” Hootch said. Hootch thought to himself, “and I’m a story maker.”

“No,” Hootch cried. (Whispers) Some riddles. (Normal voice). Going to say some riddles. Hootch said some riddles. “Thirty white horses on a red hill. First they champ and then they stamp and then they stand still.” (Lifted from The Hobbit). “What is that?” Hootch cried. “Teeth,” Hoos muttered, to himself.

But Hootch wanted Hoosh to mutter some riddles that we already know. In Hootch roasted halls we listened, as the Hop shouted, “WIND WAT WOAT WHAT WHITTLE!”

Hootch started singing a loud, hot sound.
BLACK EBONY, COME BACK TO SWEES
COME AND UP DOWN, INSIDE MOON
THE ENT MOOT GOOD HAD KNEW

Flop, pop, hot
In a pot
Fifteen birds, they went up a tree
And more to help a bigger more

We come, up down
Inside the ground
He put them inside the leaf

In the east Hootch looked, and... the mermaids looked across the moon. “Come and wait!” she said. Hootch cried and couldn’t help it. “What?” Hoot said, “the cobwebs?”

Hootch had rolled down the barrels. “Where?”

Back where Hootch was, Hoot was sitting sunrise. Hoot ordered Hoos to go home, back where, their hall. Hootch set fire, but Hoos didn’t listen, instead he... Hootch said, “I’m looking, but, you knew what?”

“What?”

Hootch failed again. The sharp sword of Glitherath where the (mumbles, indecipherable).

(To me: Mummy! Hootch is a dragon! See? Mummy, see...)

Hootch said, “I do look for Hoot.”

“What?” Hoot said.

Hoos saw Hootch floating in the air. “What are you doing?”

“You are just a human. I’m (whispers menacingly) dragon.”

“Oh,” Hootch cried. “I wouldn’t. I wouldn’t.” And hopped and (indecipherable).

“Ghost!” Hootch said, “Come and prepare for fight, ghost!” Hootch looked for Hoos, and... you know what?

(TO BE CONTINUED...)

First Lego Movie, The Rescue of Eomer and the Repentance of Jasmine, 2008-04-16

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 other similar themed pretend play and I just let the recorder run and ripped various clips from there. I also added some sound effects too.

I think our crude film making meant that a lot of Bethany's storyline was lost, so here it is: Jasmine was an evil giant enchantress who was lying in wait for an unsuspecting victim to kidnap and take back to her cave for whatever purpose. The guard returning from duty was her victim. Then the rest of the army got mobilized to go rescue him. He was trapped within the tunnels (cardboard tubes) under which Jasmine sat when they confronted her. She refused to hand him over of course, so they pulled out their secret weapon, a ring with the captured light of Earendil (the Elven star in LOTR) which when shone directly on anyone or anything has the magical power to transform them into someone/something good (all B's ideas of course, not mine!) After that she handed the captive back to his leader. Then they gave her The One Ring, which had also been transformed by Earendil's light and now instead of bringing out any evil in a person instead amplifies their 'goodness'.

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The Song of the Barrow Wights, 2008-06-04**

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.

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Here is the poem

The Song of the Barrow Wights, an original song by Bethany

The barrow will not run along
Or lock away from man
Away from the moon, away from the spoon
Then the way... was locked!
Away from the moon, away from the spoon

Oh my tummy is round
With a tummy's old sound
With a rum, with a tumble
With a bum, with a bumble
A rum with a bumble with a slam....ble

With a tummy old rum, they slammed away
Away from the moon, away from the spoon
Away from the sun, away from the spoon
Away they go, away...

Without a word they imagined Hoon
But with us
Without a number they ran and saw

Far under the old stones, all right
They saw a bunch of barrow wights

Far in the Old Forest we saw...
A bunch of barrow wights
They gave us quite a fright
They gave us such a fright

Away we ran, but they caught us
(Indecipherable phrase)
We cried... cried...

But they away and into the night they ran

Song of the Ringwraiths, 2008-03-18*

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’t allow me to record most of it except for this little bit, which hardly does justice to the myriad of lines she came up with and her own intriguing original tale of how the Ringwraiths were all destroyed – supposedly their mouths were cut off in a battle with the elves and they subsequently starved to death!

You can hear her singing/chanting this poem HERE

(Chanting)
In the candles deep
them Lonely Mountains bare,
The Ringwraiths died for because they
Because they had no more renown;

They had no more
because they aimed them mighty bows,
Because they aimed;

They aimed a mighty bow of him,
He passed and fast and founds they dead,
They dead of sweet,
Balin got seized,
The fens was brought to more of gold;

(Stops chanting to explain to me:
B: It means that actually the Balrog is like a big {mumbojumbo own word} fan.
Me: What’s that?
B: The Balrog.)

The wind was bled,
The bare was pound on pounds they could;

(Stops chanting to explain to me:
B: That means there’s not only one entrance to go in the Misty Mountains but you can also, but there’s a hole in the top so you can also go inside by that side.)

The road was dead,
Their brain was bended,
Brought the bones in house of Eld;

They ‘ell ha ha,
Their fares was bread,
They bare of time,
They hold their bread,
They had no more,
They fed and fled,
To best they fought forgotten gold;

God stayed far, God said that;

In Mirkwood they fed and fled,
Because of the fire they placed on front of daisies,
They front and aimed their mighty bow,
The fifteen birds was plan they torched,
The torch is bad,
The flaming spread,
They meant and fought forgotten gold;

They fled and earned through mighty bow,
They aimed and end
They fled

(Suddenly switches to talking instead of chanting)
Hootch said, “That will be not Legolas for certain. It might be not Hoon even.”
Hootch began to sing a song.

(Sings – this is verbatim Tolkien)
Far over the Misty Mountains cold
Through dungeons deep and caverns old
We must away...

(Mutters to herself, “No...”)

(Sings – more verbatim Tolkien)
Far over the Misty Mountains cold
Through dungeons deep and caverns old
We must away ‘ere break of day
To seek the pale enchanted gold

The dwarves of yore made mighty spells
While hammers fell like ringing bells
In places deep where dark things sleep
In hollow halls beneath the fells

For ancient king and elvish lord
There many a song in gleaming hoard
They shaped and wrought
True light they caught
To hide in gems on hilt of sword

The Ballad of the Dwarves and Smaug, 2008-03-19**

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 Tolkien - this has been going on for more than a month now, maybe closer to two. It's a completely immersive obsession on a grand scale - involves his books, related movies, pretend play, searching for background information on Middle Earth... the whole works. She's memorized all the poems in The Hobbit and sings them daily.

Yesterday she moved from singing memorized poetry to ad-libbing her own. She's been spouting this stuff nonstop since yesterday evening. Yesterday it was "The Song of the Ringwraiths" supposedly by Bilbo and Legolas. I only got a short recording of that and will add it later when I have time, although in fact she went on for the entire evening ad-libbing all sorts of new lines, but not letting me record much at all.

Today it was all about "The Ballad of the Dwarves and Smaug", supposedly sung by Legolas again (can you tell he's her favourite character at the moment?) She went on for almost 45 minutes while we were traveling somewhere in the car. I've transcribed about 3.5 minutes of this and am posting it here, along with the excerpted recording (audio only).

YOU CAN LISTEN TO HER RECITING THIS POEM HERE
p.s. for whoever's not familiar with The Hobbit - this is her own idea of what should have happened to Smaug, not what really happened in the book!

(Chants/Sings)

This pines was roaring like its ‘ind,
The pits was brought the dwarves of night,
The dwarves killed Smaug,
They planned of sword,
They stormed and sung and heard dwarves plan;

The flecks and flat to fled them did,
They died of it in bitter storm,
They killed a dragon done and dead;

They killed a spot through bend of dawn,
They bend and bled,
Through dent in sped,
They killed a bads and tortured me.

(Stops to explain to me: Actually the dwarves.... they killed Smaug!)
(Continues chanting/singing)

The pines was roaring on the height,
The wind was blown in on the night,
The dragon’s fire,
More tough than skyer(?),
Hootch had blowned an bend of elves;

They died for war when all their height,
They planned and pond through end of night,
They under the mist,
The mist had fought,
Far over the flat, far over;

They fanned and fled, through ‘fraid of them,
To Sauron’s bed,
To sometimes sped,
They sped and aimed a might of him;

They took no more of him, and elves,
They took war torn,
The sand of Dhun,
Their arms and ems(?) and ‘fessed and fussed;

They fanned and fanned for more of dead,
They dug them bed,
To days and died,
They died for Ann, beneath Hoon’s feet;

But as they touched the dam they aimed,
They aimed of dead,
They came, so fled,
Mm hmm, the day, the day no more;

The mountain’s cold beneath the moon,
They aimed and banged through chant of doom,
They hear, they sped,
They sped and fled,
To teach the pat(?) and Hoon bite the spat(?);

Hootch bite elves and dwarves bite the dragon,
And aimed a might of ford of stead,
They died and fought,
They bite the Smaug,
They spawned(?) a tongue and ate the tongue;

They banged and watched two fat jaws beat,
They ate foul deck(?),
They ate... the vultures was been,
And born to die there,
Vultures died and men looked at...

(interrupted, but continued after brief conversation...)

The pines were roaring on the height,
The wind was blown in on the night,
The bed was dead,
They bled and drag,
The dragon was dead,
They haps instead;

The bled and took their noise and told
They took no more,
They took in more gold,
And pressed a span(?),
And planned of them;

They aimed a might of for themselves,
The dragon was dead,
The burns of stead,
They aimed a tight of throne and thorn;

Then elves came behind them,
And other things had burned...
(interrupted...)

Harry Vanishes in the Desert, 2008-02-22*

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 the window. “Think, think, think!” he said. He took off the spell, and then grabbed it. In complete sight, he was GONE through the whispering breeze.

“Past the rushes,” he said, and then he passed the rushes. “Past the reeds!” he said, and then he passed the reeds. “Past the rushes!” he said, and then he passed the rushes.

“What kind of spell... where were??” At one moment, he didn’t know where he was standing. But just near a little yellow meadow that laid out, the voice said, “And it wasn’t very very cool.”

He couldn’t hold his breath. He smelt something. And then, at one second, he was out in a meadowy forest that laid out in the path that led into a road. He walked again. He walked on the road. Instead, he walked on a narrow narrow... in one moment he found what he was walking on. It was... soft plants.

Harry couldn’t believe his eyes. He ran off to a safe hiding place. He looked around but couldn’t see anything, so he went out. He knew what he was walking on, it was the same thing that he had was walking on just now.

Before he knew it, he was past Malfoy, he passed the wonderful flowers, he passed rushes, he passed reeds, he passed marshes, he passed slicks, he passed Ron, he passed everyone until he was tired. He was so tired. There was no bed for him to lie down, not even Hoosh bed that Hoosh lent for Harry to sleep in.

Hant, Hoon and Hook were funny. “It were funny!” said Hoon. “Come back!!!” said Hoon, still calling out for Harry. But it was no use, Harry had vanished.

There were no excuse getting him. There were no excuse horsing(?) him. There were no excuse looking for him. There were no NOTHING for him to do. In the meadowy fields, past the rushes , he passed down... he passed even Dumbledore!!! Keep looking for him, all around in school!

Harry even passed rushes. “What is rushes?” said Hoon.

Harry passed the rushes. (To me: I already read that. I skipped where he thinked to himself. Where he was thinking to himself. I skipped that one because it was scary.)

Hant looked at Malfoy, grinned at him and then went off. Han couldn’t believe his eyes. It was gone just before the minute or two. Hant found that he could move. He passed the rushes and he passed the reeds.

After that, after taking a long long rest, Harry ran off to a safe hiding place in the desert, where Dumbledore was living.

Hatch knowed what was Hoon up to, whereas he already thought it, with his forehead to the window. Harry was still trying to get his way out but there was plotting pixies everywhere. And he COULDN’T DO WHAT HE WAS TOLD! He ran off.

A friend becomes a traitor? 2008-02-09*

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, since she really wanted me to record this story... the audio isn't too good though, because of the background noise... It is another high adventure story involving her favourite imaginary friends.

Ever since her 2-week storytelling lull over Christmas and her subsequent fresh storytelling intensity, her stories have all been far more coherent with better flow than ever before. This story continues that trend. It's a pity we had to interrupt her by arriving at our destination!

The transcript is below the video clip.




“Oh hi!! It’s from the African Plains!”

And everyone cheered and stamped their feet, everyone camping in the land of Aladar. There was a note attached to it. “Please Harry, can you come to my cottage on Thursday night on 4 June.” And Harry was astonished.

How Aladar laughed when he saw it attached to the other one. “Harry, Ron... Meet me at my party. Do all night.”

“Ya! Without stopping.” Harry laughed deeply, and stopped for a while.

Then they shouted again, until the note lunged(?) and got dead(?). Aladar lunged and Corin ran down the corridor of his old friends. His friends had gone to the Interstate Bash, and to dance with all the ballerinas.

After that they charmed down. “Is that boy???” They ran down, and Aladar changed to a snake and slithered off to his hiding place. Harry and Hook was astonished. They didn’t do anything, then they ran to meet Aladar. Soon Hook laughed. Harry and Aladar turned into snakes. Suddenly there was a loud clinging noise at the door, and Haas and Harry and Corin went to open it.

It was shocking, Pan the Rat was down there, and it got a note attached to it. “Get to the Hole. Chapter One. Shock, you can’t, you John. Chapter One. Laughter’s room. And I have to... I’m running away from it. You have to run away also. Bye bye. The end. “

“Hey!” Hook was and Corin was astonished. “How can laughter turned into a woman again?”

Aladar turned into a snake again and slithered off far away, galloping with a family of snakes. Outside in the corridors there, an ugly little witch cried, “Shock. Shup shock,” and had a big big laugh down. It named Goosh Goosh. Goosh and Sssh and a big big friendly big big snake party outside.

Outside in a big corridor there were just there the big guard of Voldemort.

“Quiet!” Voldemort quietened the white guard. “A big big splash, but you can record with a recorder also, if you want.” (To me: He said you can record if you want with the recorder also.)

After that in the big corridor called ebay(?) there was a lovely little princess called Snow White. “Quiet!” said Ham. Ron wouldn’t do it. Ron pulled him back.

(Quickens tone) Suddenly, a grip of the hand... he leapt from Ron’s stand, with a zoosh he dashed and pulled Harry. Corin pulled the curtain. Haas killed the bond, the bash teared the grass, the bash teared the oosh, the boys teared the bug, Voldemort came.

Corin, Harry, and the other boy Ron who keeped running away from Voldemort asked Haep to come with them. They asked. They tried, but Ron always goes after them screaming, almost squeaking, shocked down with Corin. Ron, almost squeaking with fright. “(In a squeaky voice) You can’t hide against us! I can manage...”

(Interrupted by us arriving at our destination, but continues on for a bit after that.)

Suddenly outside in a big corridor across Nineown Open Plains, lightning flashed down at them. They RAN down as fast as they can. Voldemort came, he got alive again. Harry accidentally pressed the wrong button and Voldemort just came out of a certain place and killed Harry. Corin and Orin is alone now, because Voldemort killed the other two boys.

Suddenly outside in a big corridor a big bad giant of Agrabah Hashoss, it’s name was Twelvebockrumpelthoneshaunanshoneharriandhockharrypotterstoock. Harry nearly couldn’t read his name got Potter! Suddenly Harry got an idea. “Over there Ron!”

“Sssh! Be quiet Harry!” said Ron. “I think Corin is looking at snakes.”

“Snakes??? Eeegh,” said Harry, “I don’t like snakes!”

Anyway, outside in the big corridor outside in the bush there sat there a great big ugly looking goblin. Just a goblin, before you can say rocks and blocks. (Indecipherable) and two went for Bilbo. Harry lunged away and Ron showed him, “they’re taking him, come...” And they ran down the corridor to where someone was waiting with Voldemort. Hook was busy talking with Voldemort. (Stopped because we’d arrived and finished parking the car....)