By Nay Harris

Four kids: the Storyteller and unfortunate bystander, the superhero who’d kill in order to save, the baby-eating wolf who loves to gaslight, and the pretend parent who’s a “bad friend” for wanting to save themselves. All they want is to tell a story, but whose story is it? Who gets to tell it and who determines which story is the right one? Crayon drawn skyscrapers, kiddie pools where small ones bound in jump rope float, and Blood-splattered sneakers that still light up with each step. War’s never a game, friendship shouldn’t be a death sentence, babies shouldn’t be eaten, and “the rightstory” is always a matter of personal stakes, reputation, and guilt. A tale, neither tall nor a fable, as told by a Crow (who’s also a hand puppet), who reminds us that wars, like fairytales, never have happy endings.

Held in the Board Room at St. Paul & St. Andrew