Storyteller

Angie has been reading books to me while I stitch. Angie's version of one book goes a bit like this:

Once upon a time on a lonnnnnng day, there was a little gorilla, whose name was Angela!

And she had a mommy and daddy, and grandma and grandpa and aunts and uncles and cousins.

Awww. And they all loved her.

And this monkey is a gorilla.

And this monkey is a snake.

And this monkey is a parrot.

And this monkey is a pygmy marmuset.

And the hippo takes Angie the gorilla here. (Points vigorously at page).

And then the little gorilla grew big and now she wasn't little anymore.

Awwww.