Once upon a time, there was a strawberry.
It was alive.
It was alive.
It's brother was playing with toys.
Then, he was drinking milk.
Then one butterfly came ...
into the house and...
sat on his nose.
Then, he was drinking milk.
Then one butterfly came ...
into the house and...
sat on his nose.
The end.
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Hello Zachary,
What a nice little story. I have never met
a living strawberry before. Does it talk like
a normal person? Tell me by writing in the comments
box below. I hope to hear more stories from you. Thank you...Aunty M
What a nice little story. I have never met
a living strawberry before. Does it talk like
a normal person? Tell me by writing in the comments
box below. I hope to hear more stories from you. Thank you...Aunty M
2 comments:
Thank you aunty Mag. I am six years old. I am happy that you enjoyed my story.
Oops! I'm sorry about the mistake in your age. I've corrected it. I hope you will write more stories for us. Aunty M
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