"It's good," he said. "You're a good writer."
"I need to be told the truth about my writing. Don't tell me it's good if it isn't," I said. "Would you tell me if I wrote something bad?"
"Of course!" he said.
How's this one?
Peter The Purple Porcupine
Peter the Purple Porcupine woke up one frosty morning and tumbled out of his nest. He landed on a pile of leaves with a thump. He had leaves stuck on his quills.
Then he went for a walk and as he was walking he came upon a furry little squirrel that had a pocket full of acorns. I want your acorns. said Peter the Purple Porcupine.
You can't have my acorns because you are a Purple porcupine. the furry little squirrel said.
Okay then, said Peter the Purple Porcupine. I will pork you with my quills.
Ouch!! said the furry little squirrel. You're not only purple, you are mean! and he ran away with his pocket full of acorns.
Then Peter the Purple Porcupine walked in the woods some more until he came upon a feathery bird. The feathery bird had a twig in its beak.
Give me your twig or I'll pork you with my quills. Said Peter the purple porcupine.
No way. said the feathery bird. and he flew away before he could get porked.
So the purple porcupine whose name was Peter went home. He had dirt soup for dinner and then he went to bed.
So don't pork people or you won't get what you want.