A journal entry from the wealthier
school:
Once upon a time in the Bech farm lived
a pony. Her name was Khaterine. Khaterine loved eating oats and
fruits. She drank milk and water. One day when she was enjoying a
burble bath, she saw a mirror in front of her. Then she said “I
wish I was pink.”
Imidietly she changed into a pink pony.
She was so amazed and happy at the same time. A few weeks after
that she met a young male pony. His name was Mark. Mark was so
handsome and mature. But, he was a vegetarian. He did not eat meat
because when he ate meat, he would have bleasters.
One night, the two went on a date and
it was so romantic. After a few minutes, Khaterine saw Mark get down
on one knee, and he said, “Will you marry me?” and Khaterine
said, “Yes, why not”?
This story is based on Mr. Mark and his
wife, Ms. Khaterine.
Of course, it is clear that this
child is keenly observant (“young,” “handsome”, “mature.”)
but also possessed of a splendid imagination (“vegetarian”?
“bleasters”? “Blech farm” - I have no idea. And, “Why
not?” I mean, that's all?) OK, this is her story, I could write
my own, if I thought I could do better.)
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