My granddaughter, Audrey, was six and a half years old when she wrote the following story. I promised her I would post it, but got interrupted. Here is the story she wrote last summer:
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| All she wants for Christmas is her two front teeth, her two front teeth, her two front teeth... |
There was a little girl. Her name was Sarah. She was the worst baseball player ever, so she wanted to practice catching balls. She kept on missing. But then she got it. She caught it ten times in a row.
She practiced batting with her coach. She kept on missing, but then she hit a home run. So she wanted to play baseball.
She was outfield. She caught all of the balls. Then it was her turn to bat. She always hit a home run out of the park. She was turning into the best player ever. Everybody cheered for her.
The end.
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