I, Hannah, wrote this as my little brother told it. Here are a three-year-old’s stories:
Once upon a time there was a beaver. And then there was a scary little mouse that was just nibbling the beaver’s cheese. And then there was a big scary frog, but then him come to the house, him open the door and then there was Batman in it. And then him just walk out of the door and say, “Hmm, that not a good friend.” And him didn’t want a superhero so him find a house and then him open the door. And then there was this guy who had a mask, and he wasn’t a superhero so they was friends. And then there was a cat so him had a friend cat. There was a robot in him other house, it a good robot. But then there was a chair, it got broken when somebody sit on it too hard. That the end.