Pooh and Paddington went back down the path. Roo was so excited to have his ball back. They ran into the others for they said they couldn't find it, and this was when Roo showed his ball to them. He said another little squirrel found it and was playing with it. "Guess what Mama. I have another little friend now." "That's great, Roo." They all played a short game of catch before they all went their separate ways. Kanga and Roo had to go home for it was time for Roo's nap; the others continued on their mission for Paddington.
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Mark Graham
I am a person who really likes to read and write and to share what I learned with all my education. My page will mainly be book reviews and critiques of old and new books that I have read and will read. There will also be other bits, too.
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Pooh meets Paddington
Pooh and Paddington made a new friend that day in search of Roo's ball for they slowly and quietly walked up to the little squirrel, and they told him "That little ball belongs to a friend of ours where did you get it?" "It was just lying there and no one was around so I picked it up." Well, my little friend chased another squirrel to see if he wanted to play, but ran away. He came back and his ball was gone. "Oh, I'm sorry here you can have it back." Pooh and Paddington went back. "We found it."
By Mark Graham5 months ago in Fiction
The night everything changed
As soon as I saw it, I knew what needed to be done. I left without a second thought. I ran straight into the pouring rain and was soaked within seconds. I shivered and pulled my cloak tighter, but the buttons were broken and I couldn’t close it properly. One was missing, and the rest hung from loose threads. A cold draft slipped through, the wind flowing freely.
By Minou J. Lindea day ago in Fiction
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So sweet, Mark. Thank you for continuing these adventures. Such lovely stories that remind me of the simple joys found in childhood.
nice that they made friends. cute story.