This is my 9-year-old Granddaughter's version:
One afteRnoon, John had bakEd a lasagne and had left it on the table to cool off. Garfield eyed it and licked his lips. The force and temptation inside was just telling him to gobble it up. He did. Garfield shone with happiness now that he has eaten the lasagne.
This is my version:
ThE day was bRight - the sun shone at full force. He lay back on the sun-bed for 5 minutes. Half an hour later he woke up, red all over. He suffered for that "5 minutes".
No comments:
Post a Comment