This is my 9-year-old Granddaughters' version:
Once in a while, Danielle would go and visit her dad and brother and sister. Her parents were divorced so she would live in between but mainly with her mum. She had a brother and a sister who were both older than her. Their names were Susan and Cobi. Danielle’s mum lives on a quiet street with friendly neighbours. Her dad lived near a meadow filled with buttercups, daisies and dandelions. Occasionally, in the summer, Danielle would pick a DAISY for her dad. She wasn’t very NOISY. She was very helpful and she was very good at cooking.
This is my version:
At first it seemed like the place was anarchic. Everyone seemed to be talking at once and, consequently, the place was very ~noisy. But there was one diminutive woman standing to one side just watching. She raised her hand and suddenly the place became quiet. "Now what was that like for you? What about you, *Daisy?", she asked. "Well, it certainly wasn't for thinking deeply about anything", Daisy replied. "Now let's move on to another scenario...", said the group coach.
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