This week Michael invites us to write a response to the following picture.
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It was Christmas Eve, and Granpa was going to read him a bedtime story.
He wondered what it would be this time.
‘OK then, young Tim. Are you in bed?’
‘Yes sir’ he replied.
‘Have you cleaned your teeth, washed behind your ears?’
Tim giggled. ‘Yes!’
‘Here you are then’.
His grandfather placed a large book in his lap.
Tim was confused.
‘Aren’t you going to read to me?’
‘Nope. You’re going to read to ME instead. Your Mum says you’re having trouble with your letters at school.’
Tim’s shoulders slumped, and he thought he was going to cry.
‘Come on laddie. It can’t be as bad as all that. Open it up and let’s get started.’
Tim sighed and opened the great tome on his knee.
The light was dim at first, then got brighter until it lit up the entire room.
Tim looked across at his grandfather.
‘Surprise!’ he said.’ Come on! Let’s see where the story’s going to take us!’
The words started to jump off the page and into Tim’s head, then out of his mouth.
He became excited as he understood and could read everything written.
His grandfather tapped his nose.
‘Magic,’ he said.