At school, Alex's class made Imagination Stories. They each drew a picture and told the teacher their story, which the teacher wrote out. Here's Alex's story. I'm not quite sure what to make of it, but I'm glad it has a happy ending.
There was a monster. There was a butterfly. The monster hit the butterfly. The butterfly hit the monster. And then they were nice.
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Love it! These stories are precious. You are right, you should be glad it was a happy ending. Here is Owen's: "There were some snakes, they slithered. They go across on the ground. They slither up a tree. They died." Nice.
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