Thomas' Third 591st Story

1.     Once upon a time, there were cookies.  They were ginger cookies, and they were delicious.  They tasted like Christmas.  And they were even more delicious with milk.

On Christmas Eve, you’re supposed to leave out ginger cookies and milk for Santa Claus, but they have to be small cookies.  The cookies need to be small so that Santa Claus can eat them fast before the police come and arrest him for going into your house at night.

The End.

Thomas' Third 590th Story

1.     Once upon a time, there was a wolf.  The wolf was talking to the moon.  The wolf was howling. 

“Ar-rhooooooooooooo!” howled the wolf.  The wolf was howling because he ate Chloe Cat.  The wolf came down from the mountain, and he swallowed Chloe Cat whole.

Chloe Cat wasn’t dead though.  She was scared, but she started to sing inside the wolf’s stomach.  Chloe’s singing made the wolf’s stomach buzz.  The wolf started coughing.  The wolf coughed Chloe Cat up like a hairball.  Chloe Cat was safe.  And she is still singing.

The End.

Thomas' Third 589th Story

1.     Once upon a time, the moon was cracking up.  The moon was cracking up because it was getting smaller and smaller, until it is just a smile of a moon.  Then the moon will turn to a dark moon and will disappear.  When the moon disappears, no one can see it.  The dark moon will move in the sky, and no one will know because no one can see it.  Then the moon will get bigger and bigger again, and everyone will see it.

The End.

Thomas' Third 588th Story

1.     Once upon a time, there was a Thomas and the blue chalk.  He was like Harold and the purple crayon, but Thomas’ blue chalk could extroy (explode and destroy) things. 

Thomas used his chalk to extroy a rock.  And he extroyed a bench-swing.  And he extroyed the flower pots and the flowers in the flower pots.  And he extroyed the grass.  And he extroyed the house.

Then Thomas wanted to extroy the moon, but that didn’t seem like a very good idea.  So Thomas drew a ladder to the moon instead, and went up to visit the moon.

Moons are nocturnal.  The moon had stayed up all night playing, so the moon was a little tired in the morning.  The moon was a good friend, though, so it made Thomas some moon chocolate milk and some moon-berry muffins for breakfast. 

After breakfast, Thomas had to go home to catch the bus for school, but his home was gone – he had extroyed it with his blue chalk.  Thomas was sad because he had no home.

The moon, “Silly boy, that’s not a blue chalk for extroying things.  That’s a blue chalk for making things.  Just go back and make your home again.”

So Thomas went back and made his home again.  And he drew the grass, and the flowers and the flower pots, and the swing-bench, but not the rock.  Then Thomas drew a thermometer with nice, cool September weather.

The End. 

Thomas' Third 587th Story

1.     Once upon a time, the rain tip-tapped a tune that only the stars and moon knew.

The End.

Thomas' Third 586th Story

1.     Once upon a time, there was a deer in the woods.  She had a baby fawn.  The mommy dear said to the baby fawn, “I love you so much, my baby.”

And there was a bear in the woods.  She had a baby bear cub.  The mommy bear said to the baby bear cub, “I love you so much, my baby.”

And there was a wolf in the woods.  She had a baby wolf pup.  The mommy wolf said to the baby wolf pup, “I love you so much, my baby.”

And there was an alien in the woods.  She had a baby alien.  The mommy alien said to the baby alien, “Bee beep berrrr beep beep.”  And that means, “I love you so much, my baby.”

The End.