My Story...

There will be lots of development this week before we hand in our animatics for assessment next friday, but I here's what I have so far...

Hannah was a quiet girl. She liked school and she liked the other children, Hannah loved her family, but everyone seemed too busy too listen to her.  So after bedtime, every night Hannah would talk to the moon. And the moon listened.

One day Hannah came home, excited to tell everyone that it was due to snow that night.  But no one had time to listen.  Hannah didn't mind; she knew that the moon would be excited too. But when she slipped behind her curtain, the sky was full of fog and the moon was no where to be seen.

In a panic Hannah rushed to check her calender; sure enough the moon should have been full tonight.  She hurried down stairs to get help. But her mum was changing the baby, who was crying, and dad's favourite program was on. No one even noticed her.  Rescuing the moon was up to her.

Hannah took a torch, and her blanket because it was cold. She slipped out of her window, and down the ivy.


DO NOT READ ON IF YOU DON'T WANT TO KNOW THE END!


She just make out the old tree that stood near where the moon normally was, so she set of in the fog towards it. (I want to put some more detail in here!)

When Hannah reached the old tree it seemed much bigger and much scarier than ever before. But she could see the feint glow of her beautiful moon shining through the branches and fog. She longed to be close to her friend so she began to climb the tree.

As she climbed the branches got thinner, the wind got stronger and Hannah began to slip. Her torch fell from her hand. She watched it fall through the branches and smash to pieces on the grass far below. She had to cling to the branch to stop herself falling with it.

Tears built up in her eyes as she hung there, she knew she should never have come alone.  Now both she and the moon would be lost, and no one would even notice.  When she thought that it could never get worse the tree began to creak and crack like never before. The twigs and branches shuddered and Hannah watched as they bent into fingers and hands. Then the knots in the trunk splintered and opened wide into bright green eyes.

Hannah was terrified.

"Please" She pleaded, "I didn't mean to, I didn't mean to disturb you."

The tree picked her up and looked at her, Hannah looked back into its bright green eyes.

"I just wanted to find the my friend the moon" She stammered, Petrified that the tree would drop her at any moment.

But then the tree flicked its wrist and launched her in the air, catching her in his very highest branches.

When Hannah dared to open her eyes she was filled with joy, for the tree had lifted her so high that she was above the fog and the clouds and her own world was far below her; she was safe in the hands of the tree.

As she laughed and told the moon about her adventure and her new friend who had helped her find him, the fog below her cleared.  And when she had finished and was too tired to say anymore, the moon lit her path all the way home.