Meet Detective Tom

Yesterday I mentioned Alex's weekend project for school - create a disguise for the turkey drawing he (and all his classmates) had been given.

This is Alex's creation.

The whole thing was his idea, he picked out the fabrics, drew the little bit of face, and he also drew the patterns for the clothes and pinned the paper to the fabric.

  The only thing I did was to cut the fabric out - my good fabric scissors were too big and heavy for his hands.  Alex glued the fabric to the paper. 

Oh, and it was also Alex's idea that Detective Tom should carry a magnifying glass.  I provided plastic wrap for the "glass" part.

Alex also had to write a little story or commentary thing to go along with it. 

I took a picture of that, too - you can read it below.

 

In case you can't read it, it says:

"I am NOT a Turkey!  by Detective Tom.  Do you see a single feather on me?  Do Turkeys wear clothes?  I am a Detective, not a turkey.  Do I even look like a turkey?  I use a magnifying glass to look for clues, I remember my first mystery."

Detective Tom sounds a bit on the defensive side, if you ask me. 

Comments

[Amanda]

OMG so CUTE!!!

[kathi]

I think Detective Tom is just trying to save himself from being on someone's dinner table. Too cute!

[Amy]

Jayne,

I have to share a story with you...

We don't know each other. I've never even posted a comment to your blog before. Last night, however, I had a dream about you.

My partner, daughter and I (who live in England, though my daughter and I are American) went to your house for a visit. I was very excited because we were supposed to be baking something together, you and I. Upon entry into your house, something smelled delightful and there was a dutch oven bubbling on the stove. I peeked in it... and there was a turtle inside. It looked as though it were someone's pet turtle - and I wanted to rescue it, but then you said that it was part of the recipe.

We were making some sort of baked dessert that involved bread braids. I didn't know what it was. When I asked how I could help, you asked me to get the bread braids out of the oven and tear them into pieces. I did so, but without any sort of competence. I was embarrassed because I thought I knew how to cook but obviously didn't. You didn't ask me to do anything else.

For some reason I didn't know your name, and I asked you what it was, but you changed the subject and took us around your house. There was a sporting goods store upstairs, where your husband kept stock of hunting supplies, guns, and computers. Everything was laid out like a store, and alarm tagged, and my daughter, who is 17, set off the alarms. We hurried to leave before we were caught.

As we left, I wanted to say goodbye, and you were outside playing soccer with your children. I went to the window to knock and wave - and pulled down the curtains. I was so mortified that I just left them on the floor, with the security alarm blaring, and ran out the front door. Where I found my titchy tiny English car dwarfed by the huge SUV that your husband drove in the dream. I felt absolutely inadequate.

I have no idea where it came from, this dream, and I woke up and was amused and hoped that you would be as well. Apparently I think you are far more awesome than I thought.

Thanks for giving me a place to share this weird and wacky dream!
Amy

[Jan]

Ah yes! And for this Thanksgiving -- "CSI Turkey" -- starring Detective Tom!

Really imaginative and very fun! Nice writing too!

Jan at Rosemary Cottage

[jayne]

Hahahahahaha! Yes!