by
victoria
hile lookling at this picture I see a little boy. I see sparkling water and green trees. White clouds are in the sky.The little boy is looking at ducks. The ducks are quacking. The little boy is humming. When I go there and build my house, I will hear leaves moving and water splashing. I smell dead fish and grass. The flowers smell pretty. When I am in my house, I feel happy, peaceful, and warm. I am having fun and it's quiet. The water is gentle. I want to go there and swim.
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Story by: victoria, age 11
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