During one of our runs last week, Monkey composed the following story:

Once upon a time, the sun turned me into a groundhog.

I went down the hole and was a mommy groundhog.

Then I came out of the hole and I was Monkey again.

The end.

Translated, but not embellished or edited in anyway by Monkey’s mommy.

Running often stimulates my creativity. If I had a brain recorder, I’d have multiple novels written by now! It’s good to see that the apple doesn’t fall from the tree and that running inspires Monkey’s creativity too!