"Let me help you, Ella. We need to fix your crooked pants," I said, calling her over.
"Oh, no!" she exclaimed, running to me. "Don't let it get me!"
"Don't let what get you?" I asked, puzzled.
"The cricket in my pants!" she cried. "Get it out!"
Silly Ella
Ella had just gotten dressed and was having a little trouble adjusting her clothes.
"Let me help you, Ella. We need to fix your crooked pants," I said, calling her over.
"Oh, no!" she exclaimed, running to me. "Don't let it get me!"
"Don't let what get you?" I asked, puzzled.
"The cricket in my pants!" she cried. "Get it out!"
"Let me help you, Ella. We need to fix your crooked pants," I said, calling her over.
"Oh, no!" she exclaimed, running to me. "Don't let it get me!"
"Don't let what get you?" I asked, puzzled.
"The cricket in my pants!" she cried. "Get it out!"
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2 comments:
Wow, Your illustrations and stories are very sweet!
Thank you! :D
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