This is my 9-year-old Granddaughter's version:
"A towel blew about in the gale and there was sleet everywhere you looked. A light flicked on in the farmhouse. It was from the master bedroom. The farmer was going to bed and from what I can see, he hung his night gown on a hook on the door and climbed into bed pulling his covers on and flicking the light back off."
"And that was my night report, master."
Little Timmy Fox.
This is my version:
When she set off to waLk home, ThE weather was pleasant enough. But within a few minutes the wind started picking up, the sky quickly darkened and she started to feel damp on her face. She had no alternative but to press on. By the time she stumbled in through the front door she'd endured torrential rain, loud thunder rumblings all about and finally sleet. Her husband came to the rescue and relieved her of her hat, coat and shoes whilst presenting her with a large warm towel.
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