Which is the title of the story I wrote when I was seven. My nephews had just tried to take my Barbie dolls heads off! I knew after writing this little diddy, that one day I would be a famous writer. I mean, come on, it's easy to tell. Right?? Oh and 'this place' was my room, my house, my back yard and front yard, and my sidewalk too. My bear dog was my boxer, Bruno. He was huge!
Mine!!!! Writen by Robyn, the quean of this place!
The evil stupd boys have gone from this place. They wanted to hert what was mine. All of this place is mine. It is all mine. I pulled off their ears and made ear soup. Then I pluckt their noses and fed them to my hungrey bear dog.
After I ate the soup I smiled at mysellf. I petted my bear dog and he smiled at hisself.
The boys now know you cann't mess with the queen of this place!
*ducks again* For more A to Z click the alphabet box on the top of my sidebar. Happy weekend. Keep a watch on your place. *ahem*