Make Up a Story
Stories from Around the World
The Little Boy with the Blue Cap/ A Pleasant Outing/ Little Sweetheart
It’s on the Tsuu’Tina First Nation; it’s a wide area.
Looks like someone’s using it as a cart!
It’s not in a yard. It’s probably in a Willow clump or favourite area to read or something.
Oh boy, it’s a sweet little boy.
I think it’s in the forest somewhere with the mountains in the background.
You see there’s garbage around.
The baby is giggling and his little finger is pointing to the bottle.
Raymond.
My brother’s name was Ray. R-A-Y.
Fred.
Fred for a baby?
It’s dark and it could actually rain. So I hope the baby gets taken away.
It kind of looks like a junk yard.
It doesn’t look like a very attractive place to put a baby in!
It’s Arrowroot biscuits in the box.
Just scrambled kids. Hard to see!
I would say it has a rainstorm.
I think there is a babbling brook. If you were there, you could hear it.
Probably up in the mountains. It’s very quiet.
Giggling.
The mother is going to pick him up, put him in a stroller. And she will cover him with a blanket. He will be very happy. I think it’s quite cold.
Well I wouldn’t agree with all those balls with that little baby there. They are on a wire. Like a game. A toy for the child.
It could start to rain. It looks a little gloomy.
I think the mother has to be with him and be happy with him.
Big problems! It’s not sanitary around there.
The mother should be near enough to make sure the baby is ok!
If you look, the bottle is almost empty but there are cookies. And the mother gives him some cookies.
Arrowroots.
We don’t see a diaper bag…
Why is the baby sitting in a box? That’s the last place to put a baby.
It’s not cold because the baby is not whimpering or anything. That smile doesn’t include a whimper or anything.
I see the head of a man behind the baby.
There’s a picture in the background.
There’s an awful lot going on!
There’s a jacket down there.
He’s very happy in his box.
It’s not so much happy but safe. The mother figures it’s safer in the box.
He’s dribbling.
Instead of calling him Fred we’ll call him John.
The parents pick him up and take him home. They’d better!
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