Too much talk

toomuchtalkSon: Our teacher read us a story today and it was called Too Much Talk. The story happened in Africa and it went like this:

There was a farmer and he was going to dig up some yams.
And then the yams talked and then the dog talked, so he ran UPhill and DOWNhill and DOWNhill and UPhill, unti he came to a fisherman.
The fisherman said, “Why are you running in the heat of the day?”
“Well,” said the farmer, “first my yam talked, then my dog talked.”
“Oh,” said the fisherman, “that can’t happen!”
“Oh yes it can!” said the fish.
“Ahhhhh!” Screamed the fisherman and they ran UPhill and DOWNhill, DOWNhill and UPhill until they came to a weaver.
The weaver said, “Why are you running in the heat of the day?”
“Well,” said the farmer and the fisherman, “first the yam talked, then the dog talked, then the fish talked.”
“Oh,” said the weaver, “that can’t happen!”
“Oh yes it can!” said the cloth.
“Ahhhhh!” Screamed the weaver and they ran UPhill and DOWNhill, DOWNhill and UPhill until they came to a swimmer.
The swimmer said, “Why are you running in the heat of the day?”
“Well,” said the farmer and the fisherman and the weaver, “first the yam talked, then the dog talked, then the fish talked, then the cloth talked.”
“Oh,” said the swimmer, “that can’t happen!”
“Oh yes it can!” said the wave.
“Ahhhhh!” Screamed the swimmer and they ran UPhill and DOWNhill, DOWNhill and UPhill until they came to a chief.
The chief said, “Why are you running in the heat of the day?”
“Well,” said the farmer and the fisherman and the weaver and the swimmer, “first the yam talked, then the dog talked, then the fish talked, then the cloth talked and then the wave talked.”
“Oh,” said the chief, “well, too much talk – go away before I throw you all into jail!”
So they dashed off backed to their houses.
The chief sat in his chair and said, “imagine that! A talking yam, a talking dog, a talking fish, a talking cloth, a talking wave – that can’t happen!”
“Oh yes it can!” said the chair.
“Ayyyyyy!” Screamed the chief and he ran UPhill and DOWNhill, DOWNhill and UPhill and he was never seen again.

How funny is that – that the chair talked to him?!

Mum: That’s very well remembered.

Son: Can you think what was repeated over and over again in the story?

Mum: The hill.

Son: Good – yes. What else?

Mum: Talking?

Son: Good – yes. What else?

Mum: I don’t know.

Son: First!

[Book summary: Too Much Talk by Angela Shelf Medearis]

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