Children are taught things at earlier and earlier ages so why not teach them in a way they really understand!
This is the first of a series of short stories I am working on for a Children's Book to teach children about important historical events.

               One hazy humid day when the winds were just beginning with a slight chill two brothers were set about the task of loading up into their sacks everything they had just harvested. They were anxious to get home to their father whom they knew was waiting for them, as he would be portioning the harvest. Part of what was harvested was for personal  and the other part was for trade for things they would need during the nonharvesting time. Neither of these two brothers was very gifted at following directions or even thinking for themselves, but at least they tired. Muruk and Merduk had each been told seperately by their father to make a mental note of what he harvested.
                While walking home each brother could be seen mumbling to himself and moving his own fingers up and down numerous times as if counting to himself. When the brothers arrived home each brother was asked seperately by father how much was harvested. Each brother replied the same, fifty pieces. The father thought it quite odd that they both had harvested the same amount as Muruk usually was the more slower of the two, but then again perhaps the extra cup of grandmas tea this morning helped for once. Father went to the harvesting shed and looked at each sack, neither one looked full enough to contain fifty pieces. He went about counting each brother's sack for himself. Upon counting the content of each sack himself he the total amount harvested to only be twenty five pieces! Father wanted to know how each son came up with a total of fifty so he further investigated. After investigating further he found that what each brother had done was to double the tally, each trying to remember in case the other brother forgot, and somehow in turn doubled the tally of the harvest.
                    In the morning father set out to see a wise solitary elder of the rather small community. The elder was very wise but also very odd, he was always experimenting. Upon arrival where the elder lived he set about explaining to him just what had transpired the day before after his sons were done harvesting. He looked him square in the eyes with a most serious intent and said, "Cunie I know you are very wise and always are experimenting with things is there not a better way to keep a accurate record of one's crops, what would be divied for trade and what would be retained for personal consumption?" Cunie scratched his white haired speckled chin and told father to come back before the next harvest and he would have a better system for him.
                     During the cooler nonharvesting months Cunie set about devising a pictographic system; word pictures, that could be universal and used not only for what was asked of him by father but for all forms of present communication and documentation too. The father arrived right before the next harvesting time and Cunie showed him the system. Father was a bit taken aback but after Cunie taught him the system he was amazed. 
                    While harvesting father tried the system the wise elder Cunie taught him. The system really worked, thus Cuneiform Writing was born!