My favorite place is my wooden tree fort. My big brother, and his mean friends, throws sticks at me and by best friend. We run in the welcoming tree fort. It’s scary because the angry sticks sound like cars crashing into each other.
by William
My favorite place is my wooden tree fort. My big brother, and his mean friends, throws sticks at me and by best friend. We run in the welcoming tree fort. It’s scary because the angry sticks sound like cars crashing into each other.
by William
May 15, 2009 at 10:34 am |
I liked when you said the sticks sound like crashing cars.