This
morning when I woke up I found a letter under my bed and it said:
I
ran to the play room, but my favorite toy was not there. In my mind I was
imagining what I was going to do to that stinky witch. I planned to poke her in the eye and then smack her on the bum.
“Oh
no! What is going to happen to me if I do that to her?!’’ I wondered.
Last
time I had been to her palace her soggy, sticky aliens with long, oval noses
attacked me, but she said she was going to adopt alien monsters.
While my mum and dad were snoring, I got ready
to go on my own to the witch’s palace.
When I arrived, before I put my foot on the patterned carpet, I took a deep breath...
A great start to a story, Cristina!
ReplyDelete★ And I noticed the 2Ad sentence in there - the soggy, sticky aliens with long, oval noses. Well done for thinking about that!
I wonder how you're going to deal with this witch...? I imagine things will have to get worse before they get better. Probably a lot worse...
(I'm also curious what the toy actually was, and why it was so dear to you.)
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