Ann/Lost in Red Ink

Between being gone for a week, doing lots of canning, working on a new lantern (which will soon show up on my blog) , harvesting the food to can, and many numerous and sundry other things I have not had any time to write. So, I went back looking through my notebook of writing and found these two stories.


Ann was originally written in honor of Josie's sister, though I don't believe she ever received her promised copy. I covered a page and a half in my scrawl! Quite the accomplishment for my nine year old self!

Ann                                                                                                                 Age 9

Once upon a time there was a cow named Ann. She lived in a herd on the Done’s farm. In the pasture there were roses. The roses were very pretty. She and the other cows loved the pasture. The roses were good but if you got the stems you would get a mouthful of prickles. On day a new cow come in and bit off the end of several roses then put it in it’s mouth. The cow was very small and had a weird mouth. It’s nose was pink and freckled. It walked on two legs! After it had bit the end off several flowers it gathered them all together in it’s weird mouth. Then it walked out the gate! And went in the Big Red Thing. I never saw it again. Not that I wanted to!

The End

Lost in Red Ink was inspired by my sister who was, at the time I wrote it, trying to get some of her stories published. One, which she wrote for a contest or something, had to be entitled "Lost in Red Ink" and properly double spaced. Therefore, my copycat story was double spaced and titled "Lost in Red Ink".  You can see that Ann, only two years later, was a great improvement. (I will also add that Ann was much better spelled as well! Some of the words in this story I really couldn't make out!)

Lost in Red Ink                                                                                              Age 7

It was June the 3^rd. Let’s see, I need eggs, and—Bam! What’s happening, occurs to my head. A car had hit mine. My red pin had hit me. It broke, red ink was everywhere. “Help” I cried. I could not see a thing. Then a hand grabbed me. I thought that we were moving. Then I was laid down. Something touched my eyes and I could see.

The End