Saturday Show and Tell

Three’s the name and three’s the game

I decided to do things in threes on Saturdays. And today is a “Show and Tell”.

No, it’s not quite like our elementary school days when we brought our favorite stuffed animal or Grandpa’s teeth or a gall stone to hold up in front of the class. Although, any of these could in fact play a part in the game 🙂

I have this set of story dice and sometimes when I’m feeling a bit silly or uninspired, I give them a roll.

There are nine dice and I will roll all of them for you but you’ll only choose three for your story inspiration.

Hence the name of the game…I will Show you the dice and you will Tell a story.

Clever, eh? 😉

Let yourself have some fun and write anything that pops into your head. Maybe a silly little diddy will spark something new and wonderful.


I would love to hear which dice you chose and even your story if you’d like to share in a comment.

And as always, may all your days be circus days!

5 thoughts on “Saturday Show and Tell

  1. The bumbling bee got lost on the way to the budding tree, and now he’s so far from home. His five story hive was a quick jump and jive, but it’s easy to get lost when you roam.

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  2. A barefoot child ran through the halls, his legs were short and the building was tall! But he didn’t mind, he loved to run! And he counted the floors as he passed each one. 1,2,3,4,5!

    As he ran all around and every which way, he picked up a toy with which to play. A bow and arrow! An amazing find! And look here, windows all in a line! 1,2,3,4,5!

    As he strung the bow, he thought of a game. Shooting at targets, to practice his aim! But breaking a window is a capital crime, so he opened them all and took his time, counting 1,2,3,4,5!

    Then he raised the bow and he drew it tight, but he wasn’t prepared for the beam of light that parted the clouds and got in his eyes. This kid was in for a big surprise! In 5,4,3,2,1!

    At that very moment, a bird flew in! Confused and lost, it began to spin. The little boy gaped and lowered his bow…and shot himself right in the big right toe! 1,2,3,4,OW!

    The bird flew dizzily back outside, while the barefoot boy sat down and cried. He held his breath and said a prayer, then he looked to see if his toe was still there! 1,2,3,4…5! (phew)

    He closed all the windows and limped to the hall where he’d left his shoes, socks and all. He put the shoes on and started to smile. No more barefoot games for a while! (1,2,3,4,5!)

    THE END

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