This is my 9-year-old Granddaughter's version:
"REady Garfield?," cried John," I told you to get the sandwiches ready for lunch!" He put his ear to the door of the room that Garfield had walked into and heard a snore coming from inside. John put his hands on his hips and tapped his foot impatiently with a cross expression on his face. He opened the door and managed to wake Garfield up. "I couldn't read your writing, it was to messy, and each serif was just not-readable," smiled Garfield in a sweet baby voice with his hands behind his back innocently. "EXCUSES!,", thought John. "And since when did Garfield learn what serifs are!," he thought walking out of the room. Then John had a marvellous idea. "Oh, and Garfield, since you have eaten way too much lasagne, you have caught a terrible disease called lasagnitis, therefore, you will need the serum which is, CABBAGE" called John rubbing his hands together and smiling gleefully. "Well that ought to do him some good," John said as he heard Garfield's cry of despair and the sound of him falling onto the floor.
This is my version:
ThERe was a loud snore from Katie's bedroom. "Come on lazy-bone's", said Mum, "Up you get. There's only a week left to perfect your serif skills for the calligraphy competition next Saturday." Katie groaned and stirred herself. Once she'd applied the serum to her face she felt better. She gobbled up her breakfast and shot up to her room to practice. What she produced looked beautiful. Practice during the week paid off and next Saturday she walked away with the top prize 🏆.
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