Susan's "The Lost Broom"
In this story, 
is "tower", 
is
"squirrel",
is "broom", 
is "gloves", and 
is "tree branch".
Once upon a time there was this that loved to clean.
Well the only problem was he couldn't find his he
was devistated. He was worried about it.Well it was getting cold
so he put on his and went out on the to
look. Well he didn't see it so he went on a walk. he went to
the
to go sit down. he always goes there to think. While he was thinking
a big gust of wind. Reminded him of something. He went home to
look in his closet to look and sure enough there it was in the
back behind his jacket. He was so happy. So swept and swept tillthe
foors shined.
The End
Story by: Susan, age 13, USA 
