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Papa
Joe ~ Telling
Tales
Chris Mouse and Other
Stories - in the style of the French Canadian Irritating
Tales
by Papa Joe
Chris Mouse Tree
There's a Mouse that lives in my house. His name is Chris. Chris
Mouse.
I was telling him about all the Winter holidays people celebrate;
Kwanzaa, Chanukah, Yule, Christmas...
"Chris Mouse! I wanna celebrate Chris Mouse!"
I said, "It's not Chris Mouse, Chris. It's Christmas,
silly."
"That's what I said, Chris Mouse. I wanna celebrate Chris
Mouse. How do you celebrate Chris Mouse?"
So I told him about the Christmas tree.
"Chris Mouse Tree! I wanna Chris Mouse Tree!"
So off he went to get a Chris Mouse Tree. Do you think he used a
chain saw? Do you think he used a bow saw? Do you think he used
an ax?
He used his teeth. Chewed it down. Set it up on his Chris Mouse
Tree Stand. I gave him a box of tinsel.
Chris Mouse.
He took the tiny tinsel
and he trimmed the tiny tree. He took the tiny tinsel
and he trimmed the tiny tree. He took the tiny tinsel and he
trimmed the tiny tree. Then he said, "This is getting
boring."
So I gave him a string of lights. He strung the tiny lights on
the tiny Chris Mouse Tree.
Chris Mouse. He took the tiny tinsel and he trimmed the tiny
tree. He took the tiny tinsel and he trimmed the tiny tree. He
took the tiny tinsel and he trimmed the tiny tree. Then he said,
"This is getting boring."
So I gave him a bell. He hung the tiny bell on the tiny Chris
Mouse Tree.
Chris Mouse.
He took the tiny tinsel
and he trimmed the tiny tree. He took the tiny tinsel
and he trimmed the tiny tree. He took the tiny tinsel
and he trimmed the tiny tree. Then he said, "This is getting
boring."
So I gave him a star. He taped the tiny star atop the tiny Chris
Mouse Tree.
Chris Mouse.
He took the tiny tinsel
and he trimmed the tiny tree. He took the tiny tinsel
and he trimmed the tiny tree. He took the tiny tinsel
and he trimmed the tiny tree. Then he said, "It took a ton
of tinsel to trim this tiny tree!"
That's the story of Chris Mouse. I hope you enjoyed it
Dark & Stormy
It was a dark and stormy night.
Forty bandits sat around the fire light
The leader, the leader of them all said,
"One Eye tell us a story."
One Eye’s story went like this:
{start again}
A Long Long Story
A long long time ago,
A long long man
took a long long walk
around a long long park.
He took a long long nap
in his long long bed,
and had a long long dream about…
{start again}
I Don’t Know
I don’t know when it was.
I don’t know where it was.
I don’t know who it was.
I don’t know what they were doing.
I don’t know why they were doing it
I don’t know how they were doing it
All I know is: This is The End!
The shortest Story
Once upon a time,
there was a little old woman
and a little old man.
They lived on
a little old hill.
If they haven’t moved,
They live there still.
The End
Papa
Joe ~ Telling
Tales
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