Thursday, October 25, 2007

the mind of a six year old (just)

Dear Auntie Margaret,

Once upon a time, there lived a boy on his own. His step mother was a witch. The boy's name was called Jack. One day, he went into the forest. He found a hole in the ground. He looked into the hole. He saw a little squirrel. The squirrel looked at him. He touched the squirrel and then the ground shaked and in the air he found a wishing star. But when it landed it was a green ball. He looked at it and he touched it. The ball's door opened then Jack found a witch. He ran as fast as he could. He found a nittle cottage, he banged on the door. Then a little voice said "Come in" he rushed in and slammed the door. And there was this little man that was a dwarf. And then the dwarf went up to the witch. The witch did loads of powers on him, he defended them. Then he rised his axe and slammed it on the witch. The End


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