The beaver’s paws
Words are what make a story. Literally! And there is some Word Magic that elves practice in every story:
when a story’s first words are chosen with great care, these words attract other ideal words that fit the story perfectly.
I can explain with a short story.
On a chilly Monday, Mrs. Moore asked everyone in her fourth grade class to begin a fictional story with beavers as the main characters. Writers were to draw inspiration from a recent field trip, when the class boarded a bus and wound their way up a mountain to a stream where they could see the curious, industrious lives of wild beavers. Each person saw with his or her own eyes what beavers look like, how beavers live and how they tinker with their environment for their own intricate purposes.
The sights, sounds, feelings, impressions and even smells collected on this day were now to be funneled into fictional stories!
Writers could extend the world of beavers in new directions. Beavers could talk if the writer so wished, or have furniture, if the writer so wished. These creative additions were welcomed.
But, the setting for the stories was still to be authentic, and the beavers were to be created in the image of real beavers— wet, waddling, and beady-eyed, without exception!
To get the Word Magic swirling in the classroom, writers began to think of excellent Beaver Story words.
Lists of words were made on a chalkboard before anyone even started writing.
big teeth that continue growing
good sense of smell
a large, scaly, hairless tail
webbed hind feet
heavy, dark brown fur
live in small colonies
streams and rivers
lodges with underwater entrances
sticks, branches, mud
snow and ice
The lists of words got longer and increasingly more precise and poetic. Writers called out words from every direction. Then the writers quietly regarded the lists and got started. After only a few lines were drafted, writers were invited to share their work.
Each person read bravely.
We all listened closely.
Each writer had incorporated words from the lists into their first sentences, and the words from the lists had produced more beautiful and outstanding words. Inside of each story, magic was already at work!
There were just a handful of words that we all agreed should go, words that sounded out of place.
– One beaver had hands.
– One held a soda pop can.
– One walked on the floor.
These were quick and easy changes!
– Hands became paws.
– The can of soda pop became a mug of tea (which, we all agreed, sounded more like what an old, stodgy beaver would hold).
– And the floor became sodden ground.
Everything beaver was kept and everything un-beaver was stripped away, right away.