While Casey was playing, he starting composing little stories out loud, so I got my notebook to write them down. Here is one of his stories, exactly as he told it to me:
"Once upon a time, the rocks are falling off the couch, and Casey turns into a little squirrel. Then the squirrel bites a mouse. That's what squirrels like to bite. And then the squirrel saw something big. It was a big rocky giant. It was walking through a rocky forest. The rocky forest turned into a jungle. The jungle turned into a desert. The end."
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