I’ve often said that I didn’t start out as a writer–that I didn’t like English or reading or writing until after high school. But! There’s an exception. Before I had gained my dislike of all these things, when I was at the ripe old age of three, I wrote the following story in my Beatrix Potter diary. (Well, I dictated, and my mother wrote it down.) Here is that story in its entirety.
October 1, 1981
A play. It’s called “The Lion Went Off to Eat The Bird.” The hunters were trying to kill the lion, but the lion hided and the hunters shooted the bird. The lion hided because he didn’t want to get shooted. Hop Bunny Rabbit wants to eat the lion with one big bite. The bunny rabbit eated himself. And then the tiger jumps so high over his cave and lands splash in the water. The End. And it’s a play that needs costumes with Tweety Bird and Lion.