Once upon a time . . .
there were four kids,
whose names were
Milan, Devon, Miles and Stephanie . . . |
They went to the creek one day and decided to stay there for
they’d found a perfect place. The grass was soft and there was
water so they could take a bath. The girls were building the
house out of bricks and rocks they found, with sticks and
stones. And they put grass on top for their roof. They put four
big logs over it. They made beds out of flowers. And the boy was
looking for apples on the trees to eat, and bananas, and plums,
and cherries. The girls decorated the house they’d built.
And
then it was lunchtime.
The girls found a pot in the woods with some cups and broken
dishes, so they got more sticks and made a fire. They made
chairs out of stumps. They found some chicken that was still
good, so they baked it in their big pot. Then it was dark.
Outside, they heard something walking about, so they looked
outside. They found out what it was. It was a kitten. They
decided to name it Licorice because it was all black.
Then they heard another noise. It was a dog. It was a brown pit
bull, and it was trained to be a watchdog. He watched over them
all night. They decided his name was Brownie.
In the morning, the girls made salad.
The boy went to someone’s house and he said, “Can I have a job
here?”
He got the job! And he worked really hard so he received twelve
dollars.
The man said, “Come again tomorrow.”
The girls made a bathtub and they made some thread out of the
grass. They used the thread for the necklaces they made. And
they made doors and windows. They put shutters on the windows.
They made a chimney, and a refrigerator out of stones in the
creek that were very cold.
They saw footsteps in the mud and followed them. They found a
trail of gingerbread cookies. They picked up all the gingerbread
cookies and went back to the house they had made.
The next day, they saw more of the cookies, and when they
followed them, there were their mom and dad, who exclaimed,
“We’re glad you’re back!”
When they returned to their own house, it looked like a new
house, and they weren’t happy until they brought back the little
house they had made out of sticks and stones.
- Milana Randall (age 7)
Seattle, Washington, U.S.A.
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