(Another story written by me) Once there was a little girl. Her mother said, "This house is too small to live in." The little girl got nervous. She asked, "Do we have to move?"
"Yes," said her father.
"Okay," said the girl. She was nervous about leaving friends and changing schools. And about all her fancy clothes. She thought that her fancy clothes would get ripped. They moved into a really big house. All her furniture fitted. The end.
1 comment:
I like your story. Did the girl's fancy clothes get ripped?
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