Third World Stories

I remember the day I told a story that I made. I was 8 years old. I told this story in front of my classmates and teacher. It was about a character I created...

The character is a stool or a poop who wanted to know why he came out from a cow’s behind. As he asked the different animals in the farm why he came out from a cow’s behind, he found a seed under a huge Acacia tree who needed help. The rainfall was savage, it was cold and the seed was shaking. So, the poop embraced the seed. The next day, the farm animals discovered an emerging plant under the huge Acacia tree.

I remember the smiles, giggles and the collective laughter of my classmates and teacher when I told my first story. I also remember their tears when the story ended.

I seek your help in order to transform this story into a picture book...

and publish it independently.

Thanks