Saturday, November 19, 2011
Saturday, November 5, 2011
ASSIGNMENT 05: My Children's Book Story- Initial Layout
The King was grumpy and having a bad day.
Hoping to end his bad mood, the knights went out to find some company that would make the King laugh with glee.
All across the country, the King’s men searched, finding jesters, jokers, and bards. They even searched as far as across the bay!
One by one, the King saw through the line of people, looking unimpressed and bored. Things were looking bad, as far as the guards could see.
When the prankster first entered, he juggled cups and pots of tea. The King only yawned, too bored to yell.
Out went the prankster and in came the joker. He started a joke with a ‘knock, knock.’ But the King didn’t answer, instead he waved his hand and away the joker went.
Gone was the prankster, out was the joker, and next was the jester. In he bounced and fluttered, dancing like a buffoon while talking with his shell.
Scowl in place, the King never cracked a grin. So out went the jester, with the prankster and the joker. The King sat still when his nose caught a sweet scent!
The King sat straight up and smelled the air, his stomach grumbling at the sweet smell. Turning towards the guards he asked, “Where is that smell coming from?”
The guards looked at one another before shrugging their shoulders. “I don’t know.” “Neither do I!” “Nor I!” They shouted out in a hurry.
As the guards scrambled out, in search of the mysterious smell the last performer entered. With an extravagant bow before the King, he began to play and hum.
The bard’s music was soothing to the King; he didn’t feel as bad as he had. In fact, he was forgetting all about his fury.
As the King relaxed, the guards rushed back in, followed by a nervous baker.
The King looked upon the baker and his goods, hearing the rumbling in his tummy. “What can you do for me?” The King asked the baker who stood before him, holding a tray of breads and crackers.
“I-I have s-s-some b-bread here, if you’d l-like.” The baker replied nervously, holding the sweets. “They’re v-v-very yummy.”
The King looked onto the tray of sweets, feeling his tummy grumble and rumble.
He waved the baker over, as the bard continued to play. The closer the baker got, the louder the King’s tummy roared.
Shaking in fright the poor baker walked closer and closer to the grumpy King, hoping he wouldn’t be thrown out the castle in a tumble.
At last he reached the King, where he ate and ate and then he some more. The knights then knew, that they had scored.
Once full, the King cracked a smile and then he laughed and once again the kingdom was saved. Thanks to a baker and his tray of bread.
Hoping to end his bad mood, the knights went out to find some company that would make the King laugh with glee.
All across the country, the King’s men searched, finding jesters, jokers, and bards. They even searched as far as across the bay!
One by one, the King saw through the line of people, looking unimpressed and bored. Things were looking bad, as far as the guards could see.
When the prankster first entered, he juggled cups and pots of tea. The King only yawned, too bored to yell.
Out went the prankster and in came the joker. He started a joke with a ‘knock, knock.’ But the King didn’t answer, instead he waved his hand and away the joker went.
Gone was the prankster, out was the joker, and next was the jester. In he bounced and fluttered, dancing like a buffoon while talking with his shell.
Scowl in place, the King never cracked a grin. So out went the jester, with the prankster and the joker. The King sat still when his nose caught a sweet scent!
The King sat straight up and smelled the air, his stomach grumbling at the sweet smell. Turning towards the guards he asked, “Where is that smell coming from?”
The guards looked at one another before shrugging their shoulders. “I don’t know.” “Neither do I!” “Nor I!” They shouted out in a hurry.
As the guards scrambled out, in search of the mysterious smell the last performer entered. With an extravagant bow before the King, he began to play and hum.
The bard’s music was soothing to the King; he didn’t feel as bad as he had. In fact, he was forgetting all about his fury.
As the King relaxed, the guards rushed back in, followed by a nervous baker.
The King looked upon the baker and his goods, hearing the rumbling in his tummy. “What can you do for me?” The King asked the baker who stood before him, holding a tray of breads and crackers.
“I-I have s-s-some b-bread here, if you’d l-like.” The baker replied nervously, holding the sweets. “They’re v-v-very yummy.”
The King looked onto the tray of sweets, feeling his tummy grumble and rumble.
He waved the baker over, as the bard continued to play. The closer the baker got, the louder the King’s tummy roared.
Shaking in fright the poor baker walked closer and closer to the grumpy King, hoping he wouldn’t be thrown out the castle in a tumble.
At last he reached the King, where he ate and ate and then he some more. The knights then knew, that they had scored.
Once full, the King cracked a smile and then he laughed and once again the kingdom was saved. Thanks to a baker and his tray of bread.
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