Tuesday, 28 April 2015

Red is not the only colour

Thought I'd share this little story, written and illustrated by Iris, the youngest of our twin granddaughters. I love her train of thought, and the complete absence of political correctness. 

Red Indian

by

Iris.

In the forest, a Red Indian was calling her Red Indian friend because she wanted to play. They played climbing in the trees.


She wanted to have her other friend, but she was at school. They came down the trees and went exploring, and they saw a cat. The cat was black.


The cat said, "Miaow, come and follow me." The red Indians followed the cat, and saw more Indians. But they were blue, not red!