I made up another story for my son the other night. One that he liked. It was about a little boy alone in the desert with the dirt beneath his feet being dry and hard. He tripped on a clump of hard, dry dirt and picked it up. Then he started to cry because he was alone and lonely
His tears fell on the dirt and it became like clay
he then rolled it into 4 balls and from each ball he created a mummy, daddy and a brother and sister.
This made him happy and kept him company for a few days but then it wore off
and he was once again upset
he lay down and went to sleep and as he slept it started to rain
and it rained through the night and when he awoke
the clay had become real people