Two Stories by Charlie (Age 5)

Despite a documented denouncement of imagination, my boy has been branching into fiction.

1.
Once there was a giant duck with sharp teeth and he was as big as the whole world. And he ate all the trees and the houses and he kept eating and he ate the world. Then he ate all the other planets and he ate the sun. Then he ate all the stars and they made new planets and he ate all those too. Then he traveled back in time and ate all the dinosaurs and everything. Then he spit it back out again and everything was okay.

2.
Once there was a giant ferocious squid. And he was as big, bigger than the tallest tree. And he ate a whale and ate all the plankton and ate everything. And he ate a piece of whale poop that was bigger than the whole world! And then he ate the world and the sun and all the planets. He ate everything. And then he died! Aaaaaaand then he turned into a robot.
(ME: Whoa! I did not see that ending with the robot coming!)
Yeah. I know. It makes it more exciting.