Add a Backstory: Tongue Twister

Hi Guys!  It’s Vika.

I was thinking about a new drill to do to practice writing.  Have you ever thought about the meaning behind a tongue twister or a song or a poem or a bunch of random words or a joke or…

Well, you get the idea.  So, because tongue twisters are easier, here is one you can try.  Tell me what backstory you can think up, ok?

Mr. See owned a saw.

And Mr. Soar owned a seesaw.

Now See’s saw sawed Soar’s saw

Before Soar saw See,

Which made Soar sore.

Had Soar seen See’s saw

Before See sawed Soar’s seesaw,

See’s saw would not have sawed

Soar’s seesaw.

So See’s saw sawed Soar’s seesaw.

But it was sad to see Soar so sore

Just because See’s saw sawed

Soar’s seesaw!

Found on

Alright, be honest now:  Who’s confused?  I know I am.

Still, try to write out the back story, focusing on answering one of these questions:

  • What does Mr. See look like?
  • What is Mr. See’s vision like?
  • Is Mr. See the actual surname?
  • What does Mr. Soar look like?
  • Is Mr. Soar the actual surname?
  • Does Mr. Soar have an airplane or other flying device?
  • Are Mr. See and Mr. Soar neighbors?
  • Why does Mr. Soar own a seesaw?
  • Try to think of your own questions!

Now, its writing time.  Take on of these and try to write it out like you invented this tongue twister and or are the author of this story.  Here’s mine:

Question I’m answering: What does Mr. See look like?

Mr. See was a tall, thin man whose long body stretched out to a remarkable height of two meters.  I know this for sure because I measured his bed, which was larger than average.  Mr. See was very economical.  There was no way he would waste a single centimeter of space in his room for a bed that was larger than absolutely necessary, not to mention the cost of wood, sheets, and blankets for such a bed.  Therefore, his bed was only one meter wide (Mrs. See wouldn't allow thinner) and Mr. See's section of the bed (four decimeters wide) was exactly 2.5 meters long (all beds were required to be 1/2 a meter longer than the owners were tall by the international Glubdub foundation), while Mrs. See's section was just 2 meters (she was short and plump).  Having a hexagonal bed made it very hard to find adequate bedding, but that was Mrs. See's job and doesn't matter.    

Anyway, I was getting off topic.  The thing about Mr. See that really made him stand out in the crowd wasn't actually his height or his bed size or his love of all things economical. And no, this has nothing to do with Mrs. See.

It was his hair.  The strands of milky white frizz jutting out from around his forhead.  And Mr. See shaved, so he had no beard or mustache to match.  All of this monsterous hair consisted of slivery fuzz which formed a static helmet around his brain, giving him the appearencee of having a coil of wire wrapped around his head.  

I've touched his hair before, and it was not as bad as it looked.

It was twice as bad.

Or even three times aas bad.

Make that four.  

And that was on a good hair day.

Ok, maybe I'm exaggerating just a tad.  But his hair was pretty awful, believe me.  I still can't understand why he wouldn't bother to shave it off.

Oh, right, a visit to the barber costs money.  But wouldn't it cost more to shampoo and condition those three strands?

I’ll admit I’m having way too much fun with this.  Here we had a simple story of a misunderstanding between two people, and I have made one of them into a ridiculous personage.  You don’t have to follow my lead with that and go absolutely crazy.  But you can, if you want to.  This is just a drill, from my Writer’s Notebook to yours.

See ya!


Leave a Reply