Sam's Journal

My 4-year-old daughter has a journal that she keeps at school. In it the children are instructed to draw an image on paper and then a teacher transcribes the child's story underneath. The following are from my daughter, Samantha. The apple, as they say, doesn't descend far from the twisted tree from which it spawned. Click to enlarge!
This one seems pretty normal. Don't worry, they get worse.     This is a bunch of leaves. They stayed on the ground until someone raked them up. I raked them up and put them in the garbage bag. I put the garbage bag in the garage.
A simple, yet eternal story:     Once upon a time, there was a girl next door.
Like all love stories, this one ends in tragedy:     I love you. This is a beautiful garden. It was raining. There was a kite. I hit my head.
Waterfowl and frozen dairy don't mix:     This is a big circle. The ice cream is melting. The ice cream is strawberry. It is in the shape of a duck. The ice cream fell in the grass.
A tale of high adventure!     My Mom is in the park. She was walking and she got caught in the trees. The cowboys came and got her free. My Dad came to rescue her. He grabbed her and swung from the trees into our house.
Don't they all?     This is the road. It leads to Disney Land.
Look, this one is beautiful to look at!     It's about a big Godzilla and another person: 2, 5, 7 persons. Godzilla is in the Iron Giant movie that my Dad has. I watch it with Dad. Iron Giant starts to be by Hogarf. It stays O-B-Bay. Not sure what to make of that last sentence.