This is the stepmother
That slayed the girl white as milk
This is the millstone
That crushed the stepmother
That slayed the girl white as milk
This is the bird
That dropped the millstone
That crushed the stepmother
That slayed the girl white as milk
This is the miller
That loved the song of the bird
That dropped the millstone
That crushed the stepmother
That slayed the girl white as milk
This is the bird
That went to the miller
That loved the song of the bird
That dropped the millstone
That crushed the stepmother
That slayed the girl white as milk
This is the girl with life so brief
That reborn as a bird
That went to the miller
That loved the song of the bird
That dropped the millstone
That crushed the stepmother
That slayed the girl white as milk
This is the brother struck with grief
That so loved the girl with life so brief
That reborn as a bird
That flew to the miller
That loved the songbird
That dropped the millstone
That crushed the stepmother
That slayed the girl white as milk
These are the bones
That lay buried by the brother so struck with grief
That so loved the girl with life so brief
That reborn as a bird
That flew to the miller
That loved the songbird
That dropped the millstone
That crushed the stepmother
That slayed the girl white as milk
This is the tree
That grew above the bones
That reborn as a bird
That flew to the miller
That loved the songbird
That dropped the millstone
That crushed the stepmother
That slayed the girl white as milk
This is the tree
That grew above the bones
That lay buried by the brother so struck with grief
That so loved the girl with life so brief
That reborn as a bird
That flew to the miller
That loved the songbird
That dropped the millstone
That crushed the stepmother
That slayed the girl white as milk
That reborn as a bird
That flew to the miller
That loved the songbird
That dropped the millstone
That crushed the stepmother
That slayed the girl white as milk
This is the rose
That bloomed on the tree
That grew above the bones
That lay buried by the brother so struck with grief
That so loved the girl with life so brief
That reborn as a bird
That flew to the miller
That loved the songbird
That dropped the millstone
That crushed the stepmother
That slayed the girl white as milk
This is the bird
That sat by the rose
That reborn as a bird
That flew to the miller
That loved the songbird
That dropped the millstone
That crushed the stepmother
That slayed the girl white as milk
This is the bird
That sat by the rose
That bloomed on the tree
That grew above the bones
That lay buried by the brother so struck with grief
That so loved the girl with life so brief
That reborn as a bird
That flew to the miller
That loved the songbird
That dropped the millstone
That crushed the stepmother
That slayed the girl white as milk
This is the girl white as milk
That transformed to a bird
That sat by the rose
That reborn as a bird
That flew to the miller
That loved the songbird
That dropped the millstone
That crushed the stepmother
That slayed the girl white as milk
This is the girl white as milk
That transformed to a bird
That sat by the rose
That bloomed on the tree
That grew above the bones
That lay buried by the brother so struck with grief
That so loved the girl with life so brief
That reborn as a bird
That flew to the miller
That loved the songbird
That dropped the millstone
That crushed the stepmother
That slayed the girl white as milk
Author's Note: For this story, I took the story line of "The Rose Tree" and combined it with the cumulative storytelling style of "The Old Woman and Her Pig". In the original story of "The Rose Tree", there are two children with the same father but different mothers. The daughter from the first wife and the son from the second. The stepmother despised the girl and one day after the girl had messed up a task three times in a row the stepmother devised a plan. She then slayed the girl with an ax. Later, she cooked the girl and fed her to the family. The father unknowingly ate some but the boy refused. He then buried the bones of the girl under the rose tree and cried there so often it watered the tree which grew. Later a white bird appeared in the tree and she sang the song of her story. She used this song to get items from people around town. The first two were gifts for the father and brother and the last was a millstone. She then ran the millstone across the roof of her house to sound like thunder. One by one each came out to check. The brother and father were first and their gifts dropped from the sky. When the stepmother went out to see if she would get a gift, the bird drooped the millstone on her head. I was unsure how this story would work in the cumulative style, but I am satisfied with how it turned out.
Bibliography: Both The Rose Tree and The Old Woman and Her Pig are from English Fairy Tales by Joseph Jacobs (1890)
That reborn as a bird
That flew to the miller
That loved the songbird
That dropped the millstone
That crushed the stepmother
That slayed the girl white as milk
Author's Note: For this story, I took the story line of "The Rose Tree" and combined it with the cumulative storytelling style of "The Old Woman and Her Pig". In the original story of "The Rose Tree", there are two children with the same father but different mothers. The daughter from the first wife and the son from the second. The stepmother despised the girl and one day after the girl had messed up a task three times in a row the stepmother devised a plan. She then slayed the girl with an ax. Later, she cooked the girl and fed her to the family. The father unknowingly ate some but the boy refused. He then buried the bones of the girl under the rose tree and cried there so often it watered the tree which grew. Later a white bird appeared in the tree and she sang the song of her story. She used this song to get items from people around town. The first two were gifts for the father and brother and the last was a millstone. She then ran the millstone across the roof of her house to sound like thunder. One by one each came out to check. The brother and father were first and their gifts dropped from the sky. When the stepmother went out to see if she would get a gift, the bird drooped the millstone on her head. I was unsure how this story would work in the cumulative style, but I am satisfied with how it turned out.
Bibliography: Both The Rose Tree and The Old Woman and Her Pig are from English Fairy Tales by Joseph Jacobs (1890)
Wow you did an amazing job with your story this week! I also read the English Fairy Tale Unit and thought it was so entertaining. I loved the story of "The Woman and Her Pig" and wanted to try to write a story like that. I thought you did such a great job writing in this difficult style. I also thought it was so cool how you took the original story and created your own. Overall, you did a wonderful job this week! Keep up the great work!
ReplyDeleteHi Eryn, I thought this poem that you wrote over that story was extremely well written and fun to read! Your Storytelling post is the first post I have read this semester that was written in a poem! I definitely think that makes your work stand out from the rest of our classmates'. This was such a cool poem, and I look forward to reading more of your work for this class. Overall, great job!!
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