This is my 9-year-old Granddaughters' version:
In thE summeR, there are more nuts about and more pLants and food growing. The perfect opportunity for squirrels to gather and bury their nuts ready for the winter. This particular squirrel, who happened to be a bit smarter than the other squirrels, was just clutching his shiny new acorn. Although he was smart, he wasn’t smart enough to realise that the acorn could start growing in the ground or that he might not remember where he buried it. While he was trying to dig a hole to place his acorn in, his paws hit something hard and metal. It was a relic. "Better show it to Blathers the owl! He’s quite knowledgeable ya know!", thought squirrel feeling pleased. Then he went off and buried his acorn rather untidily and went off to see Blathers.
This is my version:
TyLER had invited some friends round to watch the football. One of his visitors, Naomi, noticed a framed battered spoon displayed on a shelf. "What's that spoon Tyler", she asked. "Oh that old relic", replied Tyler, "it used to belong to one of my relatives who bequeathed it to his youngest child with the obligation to pass it on to their youngest and so on.
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