The Glove the Key and the Egg Shell

Meg's first "short story"

Once upon a time there was a little boy named George. He lived in a beautiful little house covered in vines. He loved his house. When he was eight he thought it was a castle and pretended he was a knight in shining armor, rescuing his mother, the princess, from his father, the fire breathing dragon. Marvin, George’s father, was offered another job in a different town far away. He took it. He knew how much George loved the old vine covered house. When George found out he was moving he went up to his room and cried. His mother had to give him three bowls of ice cream before he would calm down.

That night while his parents were sleeping, George crept out of his bed and took a box from his shelf. He got out the old glove he had found under his bed when he first played in his bedroom. “This is the symbol for my favorite room,” he whispered. He tip-toed down the stairs and took the extra key from under the door mat. “This symbolizes the love for my vine-covered house,” he said.

George put on his warm winter coat and opened the front door. He walked down the path to his backyard. He opened the gate and walked to the stream that flowed near by. George sat down next to the stream. Out of the corner of his eye he saw a little tiny white egg shell. The animal inside it had already hatched. He picked it up gently and said, “You symbolize the stream by my house, that I used to catch frogs in."

George put the egg shell in the box along with the glove and key. He closed it. The little boy made sure the lid on the box was shut as tightly as possible and put it into the stream. He walked back to his house, got into his bed and went to sleep.

The next morning George packed up all his things. His parents loaded everything into the car. George got into the car and they drove off. He looked back for his last view of the vine-covered house he had grown up in. He had a tear in his eye.

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That's as far as she got, and I told her it needs a punch line and "moral." So she asked me to post it and ask you for any ideas, starting with:

Many years later....