I've never watched Sesame Street...Gasp! I know, but my daughter has two old Sesame Street books that feature 2 letters and 1 number each. Each book has a fun little story that is comprised of one of the featured letters and I mean about 90% of the story starts with that letter. Maybe you know what I'm talking about, maybe not, but I thought it was so cute, so my husband and I worked out our own tongue twister story using the letter "W". Have Fun...
Wendy and the Whistler
There once was a wide waisted wench who went by Wendy. Her weeks and weekends in Wentzville were wiled away when as a wee one she wished for wild watermelon near the wide walls of Wofford.
When winter washed over the white wavey hills of Wentzville, Wendy the wide waisted wench wandered west into the willowy woods. Wendy waltzed up the wide way wowed by the wonderful wild watermelons wobbling by the wayside. While the wench worked a watermelon onto her wagon the wicked Willie of Wofford watched from his window. Wicked Willie whined, “Why is that wide waisted wench wallowing my watermelon into her wagon?”
Awash with wrath the wicked Willie of Wofford whisked the wide waisted wench away to his wainscoted washroom full of wet wigs and waistcoats. “Waste away in my wainscoted washroom you wench!”, wailed Willie, “until every waistcoat and wig is well washed.”
While Wendy the wide waisted wench wallowed in washtubs, she wept woefully and wished she had never wandered from the wee wall-less village of Wentzville. From way across Wofford, Wilson the Whistler heard a woeful weeping waft across the wintery wind. Wilson whizzed to the walls of wicked Willie’s mansion on his white horse and whistled a warble across the wind. “Who is weeping so woefully in the wainscoted washroom of the Wicked Willie of Wofford?”
Wendy heard the welcome whistle and wanted to withdraw from the waterlogged whigs and waistcoats, but was worried that Wicked Willie would be wroth with her.
But Wilson Whistled again, not wondering if the wily Willie was within hearing. “Whatever wrong has wrecked your wilted spirit is worthy to be withdrawn from you! Where is your window?”
Why, here within the wall of the wainscoated washroom!” the wide waisted wench called, dropping the woolen waistcoats and wiry wigs.
And then Wilson the Whistler walked right up to Wicked Willie’s Window and called. “Who dares to wilt a wanton wench with wet wigs and waistcoats?”
Wicked Willie went to his window. “What do you want with the waif? She willfully wallowed my watermelon into her wagon, and she must pay!
With that Wilson whistled a winsome tune and wooed Wicked Willie into a wearisome, whiskered, waning wink of wooziness.Then Wilson the Whistler whistled a wordless song to Wailing wide waisted Wendy and she wiggled out of the wainscoted washroom’s window and onto the white horse of the wealthy Wilson.
“You will have winter upon winter of wobbling wild watermelons when you wed this warm hearted whistler!” Welcomed Wilson. Wendy the wide waisted wench warmly agreed and went riding with Wilson through the weatherworn hills of Wofford.
Wilson and Wendy wed that very winter and raised one hundred wild wobbling watermelons where weary wenches and waifs were allowed to eat whatever they wanted without wicked people whisking them away to washrooms to pay.
The End
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