Storytime

A long time ago, when the world was young, I sat with a teenager who was reluctant to write and we composed a story. All the words had to be three letters long and no longer. I thought I had a copy, but If so I don’t know where it is. But it  started something like this:

Pip the Dog met Ron the Cat.

‘Hey Ron! Man, hip hat!’

‘Hey Pip!  Bow man wow! Say, you see the rat?’

‘The rat?’

‘The big rat.’

‘Reg the big Rat?’

‘Yeh. Man, the rat was hot.’

It was interesting (at least to us) how the word length created a distinctive sound and rhythm. So I was wondering if anyone would like to start a story on the same lines here, or go on with the one just started above.

It might be a bit of light, uncontentious stuff for a rainy Tuesday afternoon.