Harold and the Purple Crayon - Read Aloud Video
Dec 1, 2009
One evening after thinking it over for some time, Harold decided to go for a walk in the moonlight. There wasn't any moon. And Harold needed a moon for a walk in the moonlight. And he needed something to walk on. He made a long, straight path. So he wouldn't get lost. And he set off on his walk, taking his big purple crayon with him. But he didn't seem to be getting anywhere on the long straight path. So he left the path, but for a shortcut across a field. And the moon went with him. The shortcut led right to where Harold caught a forest ought to be. He didn't want to get lost in the Woods. So he made a very small forest with just one tree in it. It turned out to be an apple tree. The apples would be very tasty Harold thought when they got red. So he put a frightening dragon under the tree. To guard the apples. His hand holding the purple crayon shook. Suddenly he realized what was happening. But by then Harold was over his head in an ocean. He came up thinking fast. He quickly set sail. And the moon sailed along with him. After he'd sailed long enough, Harold made land without much trouble. Stepped ashore on the beach. Wondering where he was. The sandy beach reminded Harold a picnics and the thought of picnics made him hungry. There was nothing, but pie. But there were all 9 kinds of pie that Harold like best. When Harold finished his picnic, there was quite a lot left over. So Harold left a very hungry moose. And a preserving porcupine to finish it up. Dorothy went, looking for a hill to climb, but to see where he was. Harold knew that the higher up he went, the farther he could see. If he went high enough he thought, he could see the window of his bedroom. He was tired. And he felt he ought to be getting to bed. But as he looked down over the other side, he slipped. Luckily, he kept his wits and his purple crayon. He had a fine view from the balloon. But he couldn't see his windmill. He couldn't even see a house. So he made a house with windows. None of the windows was his window. He made some more windows. He made lots of buildings full of Windows. He made a whole city full of Windows. But none of the windows was his window. Putting thing. Where it might be. He decided to ask a policeman. The policeman pointed the way Harold was going anywhere. And he walked along with the moon. Wishing he was in his room and in bed. Then, suddenly, Harold remembered. He remembered where his bedroom window was when there was a moon. It was always right around the moon. And then Harold made his bed. Got in it. And he drew up the covers. And Harold dropped off to sleep.