This is my 9-year-old Granddaughter's version:
Dandelion was going to visit his grandfather with his dad. They were both foxes and were travelling aLong the path through the woods. Presently, they came to the little village that Dandelion's grandfather lived in. He lived in the trunk of a big maple tree. He was a pious fox and they found him with a quill in his paw writing some kind of letter. His grandfather chatted to Dandelion's dad while making lunch. "Would you like to build something with those wooden blocks over there?" asked grandfather gruffly, seeing that Dandelion was bored. "Of course!" cried Dandelion, his face lit up as he rushed towards them.
This is my version:
Brother Leonard was, like his fellow monks, very pious, spending hours in prayer, collective worship gatherings, feeding the poor and so on. But he also had a job to do which was to keep up to date the monastery's records. Since this all occurred hundreds of years before computers and their spreadsheet software were invented, his work involved him using parchment, ink and quill. Since he was very good at this he was relieved of some of his duties and instead asked to keep records of the monastery's next project which was to build a shelter for the homeless or travellers to stay in whilst they got though their problems or moved on to their next destination.
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