Flying over the ocean is fun

Once upon a time the Indians were riding down the street with their horses. They saw something fly in front of them, and it was flying over them. And then it hit one of the Indians' feathers. The horses jumped in the river to get a drink.

And something was going on, and the Indian didn't know it. And something was in his head that was spinning around. And then it hit on his foot. And he was flying in the sky. And he was flying over the ocean.

And he said, "Flying over the ocean is fun."

The end


This story written 3/29/98 by Arthur Benjamin Shemitz, age 3½
and illustrated by Samuel Dashiell Shemitz on Arthur's request
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