This is my 9-year-old Granddaughters' version:
The head teacher, Mrs CamiLo, wAs conEcting the cable ready for the school assembly. She had set up a PowerPoint for the upcoming 20 minutes. The PowerPoint had a fable on it about a sable and the wind. The wind damaged the gable which the sable was living under. And that taught the sable not to say that the weather was worthless, useless and didn’t do anything. Then Miss Smith’s class started coming in.
This is my version:
Sir LAncElot climbed up the steps and onto his sable steed, Oliver, to set out on another mission. Oliver gave him his lance and Sir L galloped off. Coming round a bend he mistook the gable end of a house for his adversary - he lowered his lance and charged. To his shock he found himself on the floor with his lance sticking out of the wall. "I must stop reading these drafts of Don Quixote's exploits", he muttered to himself as he achingly rose to his feet. "The stories are surely a fable", he thought. Since he was rather beaten up by his tumble, he had to ask Francis, the house owner, to help him back up onto Oliver. This was easier said than done, what with the absence of suitable steps and the weight of the armour. Francis took them to the other end of the house where there was a multi-wheel set of pullies and a cable so that Sir L could, rather unceremoniously, be hauled on to Oliver. Once Sir L got back home he had to pay the lance maker to build a new one for him whilst he went off to ask Queen Guinevere to nurse his wounds.
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