Z spent much of the afternoon typing out a lengthy story, which will no doubt find it's way to BHR eventually. It's the story of a group of fairies trying to figure out how to capture a grizzly bear.
But A became bored because of Z's desire to write, write, write.
Finally, I told A that if she wanted to dictate, I would type for her, and she could have her own story, too (see below).
"Can I put it on my own blog?" she asked.
"Let's just put it on my blog," I said.
"But then you get all the credit," she said.
For the record: I typed the story. I did not edit. I did not ask questions. I did not choose the font colors. It is all A's work.