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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