This weeks writing is about dangerous bad guys, imaginary dogs and the never ending pursuit of band-aides...
A Stranger by Elaina De Santiago
One morning I was playing with my dog.  Then saw a STRANGER! I ran.  I ran to my Grams.  She called 9-1-1.  The stranger went to jail.  I got a band-aide because the stranger scratched me. And I hope that stranger is gone forever.
(Amen)
Tuesday, June 8, 2010
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