My little Guitar-Story
Have I ever told you my little guitar-story? No? This is a cute children's story that will put a smile on your face and a story for anyone young at heart. It is about the time I held a concert - OPS!! on a wooden board
in the hayloft of my dad's barn...
Growing up in the "olden days" on the farm in Norway, I had plenty of time to get into trouble, and often I did. This story is about one of those times...
A Guitar-Story in the making...
Did you know that a little girl can play the guitar on an egg slicer? It has strings, doesn't it? So...why not play it then?
I noticed the little strings one day when I was watching mom slicing hard-boiled eggs.
"Neat strings, HUH? OH, yes, what a cool guitar", I thought, while "my wheels" were turning!!!
Later, when the opportunity presented itself, I "sneaked" into mom's kitchen and found IT.
Soon I held a concert for my little
friends, balancing on a wooden board over the hayloft in dad's barn.
The concert was a SMASHING success. The kids were laughing and clapping their hands while I was singing "you're nothing but a hound dog" and playing mom's egg-slicer guitar.
My dog wagged his tail approvingly - we all had such a good time.
Everything was jubilant UNTIL.....just of a sudden I lost my balance and FELL! The "guitar", I mean the egg slicer slipped out of my hands and THE CONCERT WAS OVER!
OPS!! :-( - The kids were laughing and my feelings and everything else hurt. I was in trouble and I ran into the house to find mom.
Playing "the guitar" had been sooooo much fun. Mom looked sad when I went into details about how I had helped myself to her egg slicer without permission. But when I got to the part about "my concert" it looked as if she was trying not to laugh. I was really sorry - and told her I wouldn't do that anymore.
Mom was more concerned about me falling and hurting myself, not the egg slicer and she was happy I didn't break any bones.
The funny moral of this little guitar-story is - don't give a concert on a narrow wooden board in your dad's hayloft with your mom's egg slicer - wait until you have a real guitar, Oh, I almost forgot, don't fall off the board. he-he.
But the real moral of this story is, ask permission before you use other people's belonging, don't just take them. Do the right thing and feel good about yourself. Make good choices. Be a winner, not a looser.
The End of my little Guitar-story.
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