I Helped my Aunty move furniture. I smelt the old brown wood
as the disgusting smell went up my nose when I was lifting
the furniture. I heared my fingers yelling at me saying they want revenge on
what I have made them lift. I taste the delicious my nana will have made for me when im finshed.
I feel happy because Ive finished moving furinture. I feel my fingers having a party.
I love how I know im appreciated more then my sisters.
By sophie
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