...a short story by Jake
One night a wolf sticked his hand in a nest to get a egg. He brings the egg to his house. He waited until the egg hatched so he could eat it for dinner. When he ate the chick he spit it out because it did not taste good but the chick was still alive. It just had a very bad brooz.
The End
Friday, May 22, 2009
If a wolf invited a baby chick over for dinner...
Posted by Laurie at 7:16 PM
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If he's like my boys, he will love coming back and reading this when he's older. (Though my kids had their stories written down on paper cuz I'm old.)
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