Over one week, I retold to my children a tale they know well, illustrating it on the iPad as I spoke .
Here it is. Sweet dreams …
The children lived in a cottage on the edge of a forest.
They knew the forest was haunted: they went in only a few tress deep and never at night.
Lost deep in the haunted wood.
A cottage made of sweets. How welcoming for hungry children.
He nibbled the roof, she the walls.
Ensnared by a magical weave.
Asked for flesh, he offered a bone.
“I am too stupid: show me how to test the oven.”
All it took was one push
The released spells rent the forest.