The Page of Paper
“I cannot think of what to do today,” said Emma.
“You can go outside,” said her mother.
“No, I do not think that I want to go outside,” said Emma.
“You can make something,” said her mother.
“No, I do not want to make something,” said
Emma. “I think I will go to my room.”
Emma went to her room and sat down on her bed.
On the floor next to her bed was her magic nickel.
She picked it up.
“I think I will use my magic nickel,” she said.
She looked around her room. Next to her on her bed was a page of paper and a pencil.
“Talk paper, talk paper, talk paper,” she said as she held her magic nickel.
Poof! The page of paper stood up. It grinned as it looked around the room. It had two legs and two arms.
“Hello, Mr. Paper,” said Emma.
“Hello, there,” said the page of paper.
“How do you feel?” asked Emma.
“I feel grand. I have always had to lie down since I was born. It feels good to stand up,” said Mr. Paper.
“Now that you are standing up, what can we do?” asked Emma.
“I think that you should tell me a story, and I will write it down,” said Mr. Paper. He picked up the pencil that was next to him on the bed.
“Yes, that would be neat,” said Emma. Mr. Paper sat down next to Emma with the pencil in his hand.
Emma made up a story about how she could fly. Mr.
Paper wrote down every word.
When he had filled a page with words, he would take that sheet of paper off and put it on the bed next to him. He would then be wearing a new sheet of paper that he would use to keep on writing.
“There, now you have a story about flying,” said
Mr. Paper. “It is three pages long.”
Emma read the story. It was just as she had told it to Mr. Paper.
“This is grand,” said Emma. “Can we make more stories?”
“Yes, we can,” said Mr. Paper. “Just tell me the stories, and I will write them down.”