Tuesday, January 26, 2010
Cinderella by # 3
Her mom died, her dad married a mean yady then her dad died then her met a pince, they played games 'til dark o'clock he found her dass sippo at he palace and Cinderella had to do home. The mice tied a bow around her dress then the bad girls tore a dress ott her then her faidy dodmoder tame and she went to the ball and they danced. The mice got a key and dot her out of her woom 'cause the mean yady yocked her in and the horse and the dog and the chickens and the mice all came home. A end.
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#3 will be an awarad winning writer/story teller one day! How cute is that. I haven't stopped in to visit your blog in awhile. It appears all our lives must be sooo busy as we've all been blogging less and less.
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