mrs moala Read us a story. The green is what I heard and the yellow is what I missed.
Wham! The door slams behind me as i fall into the house. the whooshing of the wind can be heard in the walls. clink! clink! clink! hail begins to fall a chen if only if i was home alone hello is neane one there i call into the darkness when all of a sudden, Mums spotted cat comes tearing across the kitchen floor into my arms. Purr. Purr. im glad someone is home to great me.
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