Day 909. in which there are farm animals, and disembodied hands.

A I S X P O M

It's seemingly no more than three lines of jumbled letters. However, it's actually Lil's first attempt at writing one of her stories on paper. Unfortunately, Lil is only 5, and cannot yet write.

Unable to decipher the alphabetic code, I asked Lilith for a decoding of the "story" she "wrote." Below follows a condensed version of her tale:

It was a dark and stormy night. The sheep, the lambs, the cats, the cows, the dogs, oh and the sheep, were outside sleeping in the yard. Because the storm was so frightful, the farmer decided to bring all of the animals into his house for the night to sleep.

But the farm house was not an ordinary farm house. In the dark of the night, the sheep went missing.The other animals were frightened. The dogs called for a search party.

Soon after, the sheep inexplicably reappeared but the sheep could not tell them where they had been because they were sheep.

All of a sudden, a disembodied hand floated through the air! It had no body at all. No skin. Nothing! Its ghostly hand flickered the lights in the farm house on and off, on and off, on and off!

. . . TO BE CONTINUED! 

The budding writer is working on Chapter 2.