There once was a puppy named Kenichi. He lived in a nice house with a family who loved him — a girl named Cosette and her mommy and daddy. But one day, as Kenichi was home alone, he noticed it was getting dark outside and his family was running late. He was very hungry, but he couldn’t feed himself because his food was locked in a cupboard.
Kenichi waited and waited, but they never came. And then, all of a sudden, he heard a thump. It startled him and he didn’t know what to do, but then the thump came again. Creeping over to the stairway, Kenichi looked down, but it was too dark for him to see.
It was louder this time. At first, he wanted to run and hide, but then he remembered it was his job to protect the home when his family was away, and so he took a deep breath and sniffed at the air. Another thump — this time it was accompanied by a low growl.
With a shaking paw, he stepped down to the first stair. The thumping continued as he crept along, peeking through the rungs in the railing.
When at last he got to the bottom, a large monster jumped out and tried to grab him, but he quickly turned and ran outside. Hiding behind a bush, Kenichi shook while the monster searched for him across the driveway. But then, thinking about his family, he felt courageous, and so he dove at the monster and attacked it. The monster fell to the ground and shattered into pieces. When Kenichi looked up, he saw his family pulling up in their car. They came out and petted him and hugged him and told him what a good puppy he was.
And they fed him dinner.
For Cosette, 10/1/13
This is part of a series of very short stories I recently told my 4-year-old daughter. I would start telling a tale, stop, then ask her what happens next. We would continue this back and forth until the story was finished.