Mrs Moala read us a story this morning.The black writhing Is what was good and the blue writhing was the stuff I have to fix up.
Wham!The door slams behind me as I fall into the house.The whooshing of the wind can be heard through the walls.Clink.Clink.clink.hail begins to fall against the window making my head spin.If only wasn't home alone.crash!Hello? is anyone there?’’ I called out into the darkness.When all of a sudden, Mum’s spotted cat comes tearing across the kitchen floor into my arms.Purr. Purr. I’m glad someone is home to great me.
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