A little story for a little granddaughter
June 2, 2011
Jenna was a little girl with blond hair, blue eyes and a big smile. She didn’t have a sister. She had a brother but he was in heaven. When Jenna wanted someone to play with she played with Cody. Cody was a little dog with black eyes and nose and curly hair.
Sometimes Jenna did what Cody did. Cody liked to run. He ran up and down the hallway. He zoomed into the kitchen, around the table and back down the hall. Jenna ran after him. She ran past the closet. Her winter hat hung from the doorknob. It was pink. On the top were fringes with bells. Jenna stopped at the hat. She reached up and pulled. The bells jingled. Jenna clapped her hands and laughed. She batted at the hat and the bells jingled again. Cody ran past her on the way to the kitchen. Jenna stopped playing with the hat and ran after Cody. Cody was tired of running. He laid down on the rug. Jenna wasn’t tired. She pulled at Cody and tried to get him to run. Cody barked. Mother came into the room. “Jenna,” Mother said, “what are you doing?” She picked Jenna up off the floor. Cody began to bark and paw at Mother’s leg. “Down Cody,” Said Mother, “get down.”
Jenna waved her finger at Cody. “No, no Dody,” Jenna scolded him.
Cody liked to sit. He liked to sit on the top of the couch and look out the window. The window was big. It looked out on the street. Cody would bark at cars that went by the window. Jenna sat on the top of the couch too. She sat and looked out the big window. Jenna left finger prints and nose prints on the window. When a car went by the window she shouted, “car’ when a bird flew past she pointed and shouted, “bird.” When a squirrel ran through the yard she banged on the window. When Cody saw the squirrel he stood up and barked. His whole body wiggled as he barked at the squirrel. Jenna banged on the window while Cody barked. They made a big noise. Mother came into the room.
“Jenna,” Mother said. “What are you doing?” She took Jenna from the top of the couch and set her on the floor. “Down Cody.” Mother said. Cody barked. “No Cody, get down.” said Mother. Cody jumped to the floor.
Jenna waved a finger at Cody. “No, no Dody,” Jenna scolded him.
Cody liked to climb up to the table. He would jump on the chair and put his front paws on the top. Jenna did it too. She climbed on the chair and put her hands on the table. Cody barked. Jenna smacked her hands on the table. Cody wanted to get up but he couldn’t. Jenna could. She put her knee on the top and pulled with her hands. She pushed with her feet and soon she was on the table. Cody barked. Jenna crawled on the table. She took the salt shaker in her hand and shook it up an down. Salt flew out of the top. Jenna laughed. Cody barked. Jenna put the salt shaker in her mouth. Her tongue found the top and she licked. It tasted good.
Mother came into the kitchen. She saw Jenna on the table. She saw Cody with his back paws on the chair and his front paws on the table. “Jenna,” Mother said, “What are you doing.” She took the salt from Jenna and took Jenna off the table. “Down Cody,” Mother said. Cody barked. “No Cody get down.” Mother set Jenna on the floor. Cody jumped down to the floor.
Jenna waved a finger and Cody. “No, no Dody,” Jenna scolded him.
Cody liked to eat. He ran to his bowl in the kitchen. Cody put his nose in the bowl and snapped at the food. It crunched between his teeth. Jenna liked to eat too. She ran into the kitchen. “Ineedasnack” Jenna said. It was really four words but Jenna said it like one.
Mother laughed. “Not now Jenna. Wait.” Mother said and went to put away the clean clothes. Jenna looked at Cody. He snapped and crunched his food. Jenna went to the cupboard. She opened the door. A box of cereal was in the cupboard. Jenna pulled it out. She reached her hand inside and grabbed the bag. It came up and out of the box. It was a big bag and it fell in Jenna’s lap. Jenna grabbed at the bag and pulled. The bag came up and the cereal came out. It fell all over Jenna. It fell all over the floor.
Cody put his face in his dish and snapped at his food. Jenna put her hand in the cereal and pushed it in her mouth. Cody crunched on his food. Jenna crunched on the cereal. Except for the crunching, it was very quiet. Mother came into the kitchen. “Jenna,” Mother said, “What are you doing?” She picked Jenna up from the floor. Cody left his food and sniffed at the cereal. “No Cody.” Mother said. Mother took Jenna and Cody out of the kitchen. She set Jenna on the floor of her bedroom. Cody barked and jumped on Mother. “Down Cody.” Mother said, “Get down.”
Jenna waved a finger at Cody. “No, no Dody.” Jenna scolded.
Sometimes Cody tried to do what Jenna did. Jenna liked to read. She picked a book from the shelf. She brought it to Mother. Mother sat down and put Jenna on her lap. She opened the book and started to read. Cody barked. He jumped onto the couch. Mother kept reading. Jenna pointed to the pictures. Mother told her what the pictures were. Cody barked and stuck his nose under Mother’s arm. Mother pushed him away and kept reading. She turned the page. Jenna pointed again. Cody pushed his nose and his face and his feet under Mother’s arm. He sat on the book and licked Jenna’s face. “What is Cody doing, Jenna?” Mother asked. She pushed Cody to the floor. Cody barked and jumped back on the couch. “No Cody,” Mother said, “Get down.”
Jenna leaned over, she waved a finer at Cody. “No, no Dody.” Jenna scolded.
Jenna liked to play with her toys. She liked to play with the shepherds and the Baby Jesus in the stable. There were sheep and angels and Mary and Joseph to go in the stable too. Daddy put her on his lap. They picked up the pieces one by one. Daddy told her all about the Baby Jesus. He pointed to the stable and she put the baby in it. She clapped her hands and looked at Daddy. “That’s right Jenna.” He said, “that is where the Baby Jesus goes.”
Jenna put the shepherd on the roof of the stable. “No Jenna, the shepherd doesn’t go on the roof.” Daddy gave Jenna an angel. She put the angel on the roof. “Good girl” said Daddy. Together they put all the people and animals in the stable. Cody sniffed the stable, he put his paw on it and it tipped. “What is Cody doing, Jenna?” Daddy asked. Cody barked. Jenna waved a shepherd at him but Daddy pushed Cody away He could not play with toys. Cody would chew on the toys and ruin them. Cody barked again. “No Cody.” Daddy said. “Get down.”
Jenna leaned over and waved her finger at Cody. “No, no Dody.” Jenna scolded.
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