work! work! work!
Suddenly his face lit up with. He rode his bicycle. "I took it," he shouted. He grabbed her big blue bag that was launched over the handlebars of his bicycle. Quickly, he scrutinized. He loved this bag, and has had all the things you like. Rod pulled out a crayon big, fat red. He then pulled a yellow sheet card design. Before a bird can eat a worm, knelt down and scribbled something on paper. With that, she once again grabbed the bag and was off in a race to his tired, his friend waiting. "I have just the thing," he called to him, as he got closer. The slide looked so unhappy. His big tears had quite a large swimming pool at his feet. Auction was inclined over him. Holds out little work quickly. He has done and recorded and folds over. "There," he said as he stepped back to see her work. Not too bad! This will work! Auction has felt all the warm and soft and good in loving Mother did when he embraced her. Just then she heard her mother call that it was time to go home. "Do not worry, now you can get the rest you need to feel better." Auction has called over his shoulder to slide as he ran off happily to his mother. The arms of Polly have waved to his mother. Barbara had picked up the blue bag has paid with his crayons and waited for her young daughter happy. Was concerned because all the crayons were on the ground in a mess so hasty. "What went on here?" asked his daughter. "A good thing." Asta said, hugging her mother. Asta was proud and happy. The mother would be proud of her too. Rod wanted to walk his bike home so might think of her special day and how happy he made the slide. He had a really good thing. The mother and daughter have left the park, arms around each other. They passed a bench where a mother sat holding her young son. The child seemed very sad. He asked his mother, "But Mummy, why can not I continue the slide?" Auction has heard his mother's reply, "You must stay away from the slide for a few days, honey, the sign says" wet paint. "Rod smiled his biggest smile and hugged the mother closer.
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