Fuzzy felts are wonderful things. I loved them when I was a kid. They seemed to disappear for a while, but now somebody is making them again. I don't find them quite a good as the originals, but they're still a great plaything and very popular at our after school club.
(Recipe for this week's after school club - keep children cooped up for a week because the weather is so bad they can't go out at playtimes. Feed them sweets. Tell them it's half term holiday, open the doors, and let them pile into after school club.) Fortunately we have loads of space, so they can have fly about the room if that's what they need to do.
But one pensive boy sat down, began to play with the fuzzy felts, and then firmly sat me down beside him so he could tell me a story. It started with Mayr letting all her friends have a turn at cuddling the baby, and ended up with whatever he took out of the box next. So somebody went to Africa on a giraffe, and then somebody else found a pink dress and went all over the world on a camel trying to find who it belonged to.
What he was doing was using a good old story-telling technique. Take a character, an object, and a scene, and make a story out of them. If anybody needs inspiration, choose one each from the following lists -
A great-grandmother, a bin man, a gardener, a prisoner
A button, a fish, a camera, a coat
A beach, a dress shop, a castle, a station
Have fun!
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