Recently we were trying to get Annika to nap in the backseat of the car while our friend hiked the the trails at Mt. St. Helen. She lay there trying to fall asleep and then started telling herself a story. I grabbed a pen and wrote down her story in the margin of an old newspaper.
One time, there was a squirrel named Trambey. And Trambey got on a big tree, but then he saw a big, mean cat and the cat said, "Trambey, be mean to your daddy!" And then he goed away. And Trambey ran away to his mommy and said, "Mommy, I sawed a mean cat!" And the mommy said, "Oh my goodness, Annika!" The end.