"Up on the Mountain--Colorado"* by Rory Armstrong

[This is a little story that was just related to me a few moments ago. *The title was selected upon prompting at the end.]

Once upon a time there was a bad hyena, but all the sudden he stolen the knife and then he went home and cut a carrot for his mom and dad. [Bet you were worried there for a minute, I know I was.] His mom said "Thank you" and then he was trying to be his politeness but he could pale. But then he said "Oh, I have a good idea for you, I will give you dessert, what kind do you want?" Some yummy grass. If you probably get to bed you would get a mean pet next morning. You're pet's gonna be a mean fox hunting through the woods trying to get a warm place with its baby son and its baby son's dad. But then they found a big walk they couldn't go through and they found the way out. There was a door. But there was a walland they found a door to get out and they knocked on the door and the hyena opened the door and he said "Here is your pet." And they said "What on earth did you get for a pet?"

I have got a surprise from my tummy. Next morning they went to the doctor. And their mommy laid down on the dr's check-up and then their mommy pushed on her tummy and pushed one more time and here popped the baby--it was a baby hyena. And then it started to snow and they hurried home before they got too snowy. Her mom said "Goodness, I am feeling good, let's feed our baby a bottle." Then the baby drinked too much water until she had got sick. then they're baby was fast asleep. Next morning they needed a towl. Then after they needed a good hug. But when they were very igzatdid* they said I can get there to the north pole and have a playdate with Santa.

The End.

*Rory insisted on this word, which I am entirely unfamiliar with. Sounded out ig-zat-did. Excited?? No, mom, ig-zat-did. There you have it.