Monday 7 June 2010

My garden

My family has a nice garden. It's big enough for Mark, or anyone who wants, to throw a ball or my squeaky a long way, and for me to bring it straight back ready for another throw; it's my favourite game, and I could play it all day. Sometimes, if none of my family wants to play, I drop my ball over the fence for Alf to throw for me; he can't throw very far, but it's better than nothing.
The garden at the bottom of mine has some bunnies in a hutch; I sit and watch them all day. Underneath the big shed there's a new family of small animals just moved in; I sit and watch them all day too.

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