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A BOY AND HIS NEW TOY
Shopping my mom and friend, Pat G.
The stores had sections with toys.
A lot of joy for this boy.
I thought everything was fine.
I found a plane I liked and wanted to byy.
There was a thing about the store, I could not ignore.
Lines were too long. Mom and friend Pat G see, were not strong.
We went to store number 2, true.
Good, the lines there was ok.
There were toys three, see.
A helicopter, a tank, and soldiers too, true.
OK. I, with it, could play.
On the bureau, it did go.
A fact, I was ready for a attack.
OK. It was not like the plane I had seen earlier that day.
Time wety by.
Again, my mom and I went to a store.
I went insane! There was the plane!
The plane I had tried to get at the other store before.
A long time ago. Mom had said no.
Too long were the lines; it was not fine.
I brought it home.
It was raining; did not want to get plane wet.
"You don't think they fly them in the rain?" my dad asked.
I could not ignore. A toy gets wet from the outdoor,
that is where it does stay.
That was not ok. I wanted to be careful.
Though, it I could wash and dry.
I would not have to cry.
Steal, not real.
