#sol18: Sealy Stories

#SOL18: March 11th

Sealy Stories

 

          

      My daughter has a stuffed seal that we call Sealy.  He is member of the family these days.  My daughter can't go anywhere without him.  So, when I was putting a prompt up on the blog for some of our Hiawatha bloggers, I saw this pictures and knew I had to use it!

     

     Some of the students had previously heard about K and Sealy, so even though the prompt didn't mention him by name, they wrote it that way.  My daughter and I sat in front of my computer, with Sealy in her arms, and read some posts.

     "WHERE ARE YOU SEALY!!! K was looking everywhere for Sealy, her little stuffed animal that's a seal.  "WHY ARE YOU SHOUTING K!?!?! Mrs. O'Donnell was confused why her daughter was shouting and screaming.  "I LOST SEALLY!!!!" Yesterday K was playing Sealy and she accidentally put it in Mrs. O'Donnell's bag.

      This one got a frown at first, but a sense of relief at the end.

      One day K was looking for Sealy because tomorrow was show and tell day and she wanted to show him to her class.  She looked everywhere but then she remembered she left him on the airplane when her family was going to Hawaii.  

     This story brought on the tears, until I reminded her that we have never gone to Hawaii, and she was holding Sealy.  Tears stopped.  We then read a story about how there was a dog seal that played with a laser, and when Seal the Dog got close to K's toy Sealy and Keira pointed the laser at them: 

It fused them together and now it's a real seal.

     "Mom, wouldn't it be cool if that could really happen?"

     "Yes, dear."

      And then we read another one.  This one wasn't even about Sealy.  It was about a seal named SpongeBob.

      There once was a seal that's name is SpongeBob and his last name is SquarePants and a mean polar bear came and ate SpongeBob and the white snow was covered with red BLOOD.

     She lost it.  She began to full out sob.  Tears streamed down her face, and she held Sealy tight.   She began to talk about how terrible polar bears are (because they eat seals) through the sobs.  I once again had to remind her that this wasn't really about Sealy.

     I quickly scanned the stories that were left, and skipped a bunch that would not return K to a happy state, but found just what I needed.

     Once upon a  time a baby seal named Marshmallow lived happily in Antarctica.  He was going to his friend's house, Frosty.  Marshmallow was at Frosty's year.  Marshmallow and Frosty played tag and hide and seek.  Then Frosty's mom took Marshmallow and Frosty to the ice cream shop.  Marshmallow got vanilla ice cream, and Frosty got chocolate but Frosty's ice cream fell and he started crying but Marshmallow share his ice cream.  Finally Marshmallow went home.

     She looked happy for a minute, but then paused and said, "What if he really doesn't like vanilla ice cream?"  I could see the tears about to start, and gently reminded her that sharing was a really nice thing to do.  She agreed, and I decided to stop reading, just in case.  Instead I suggested that she write her own story, so she did.