Once there was a little ant called Farmer. He had a little house, a hide hole that just fitted him. One early spring morning Farmer Ant went out of his hole and went up and up and up until he was at the top of the hill. He knocked on a door. He said 'This is a stick of luck.' Andy answered the door and said 'Oh wor jig keez!' and then BRMMMM he was gone.
That was the end of Farmer, he was dead. And he was in hospital. He said 'I was just pretending to die.'
Our youngest improvised this story around the base of a tree while our other two children were exploring Grafton Park. At first she was tracing her finger round the trunk as she told the story, then, without stopping the story, she began to draw.