Tuesday, October 30, 2012

Tale Number 2

Blick and Malte hurried up out of the creek bed. Blick could not draw a normal breath until they were out of sight of the school house. Her Father's voice was loud enough to catch them There were several hills between the two villages. Luckily the cat was quiet during his bumpy ride in Blick's apron. She knew he was hurting

When they reached the turnoff to Hitarp Malte said Blick, wipe your face on the corner of your apron. You look aful. She did the best she could. The Apron looked awful. She must be careful so her dress would be unspoiled when she returned home. Blicken could not endure her mother's look of of disappointment if she saw spots on the dress she had just recently grown into. Ida who still loved the dress would hide her glee if Blick got in troble


She was in so much trouble. She could never go home again,She had run away from home. She was planing to disobey her Father, But she could not even think of having her cat killed.


Anonymous said...

This is good. I think you could illustrate it too!

Anonymous said...

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