The Story
by Rae, age 7

It was a cold and windy night and Martha was warm and cosy in her bed reading a story. And that was when it happened. Martha was just about to turn off her light and fall asleep when the thought came to her. Maybe I could write a story! thought Martha. So early next morning Martha got out of bed, and ran downstairs. She grabbed a bit of paper from her note pad and got out a pencil. She sat down at her table. What am I going to write? wondered Martha. She chewed the end of her pencil. I know! She cried half an hour later. She scribbled on her page. There! She said when she had finished. She looked at her page. This is what she had written:

Well maybe it is not as good as I thought it was! Martha grumbled. She was just about to throw her paper away when her mother appeared. It's perfect! said her mother. It just needs pictures. You can't have a story with out pictures. So Martha got out her pens and started colouring. This is what she drew:

Perfect, thought Martha. Maybe I could be a writer when I grow up. And she was you know. This is her first book:

And she still is not good at drawing!