"The following story written by a grade 2/3 student in October demonstrates an understanding of engagement, richness of word pictures, emotions and feelings."

The Pitiful Sister by Jennifer

Stuck with laundry again! There's no way out of it ether. I always have to do it. Out of both of my sisters I had to be the youngest. Plus tomorrow is Sunday dinner and I'm in charge of making the dresses look clean and silky. There's not even a way to make it fun. My hands are so cold that my fingers are going to fall off.

That night, after I had been sitting by the warm crackling fire with my nightgown on, suddenly I heard a sound. It was coming from the clothesline. Every body went out side. Papa took out his gun.

I was the first one out. I broke out with laughter when I saw what had happened. A dear had come and stolen both my sister's pairs of underwear. My two sisters shivered. One of them said, "I don't think I want those back." Sunday came and I have to admit, it was the best Sunday dinner I have ever had.

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