This is my 9-year-old Granddaughter's version:
It wAs Tom Nook's birthday today and Timmy and Tommy were preparing a party for him. Timmy had gone to the shops and bought cake ingredients for the cake Tommy was making. He had also popped down to the local allotment to amass loads of strawberries and raspberries and blueberries for Tommy to decorate the cake with. Blathers had found a sheet of paper with 'How to sing and play happy birthday' in his father's old folder and had told Timmy and Tommy that we could all sing it for Tom Nook and that he, Blathers, would play the tune on his violin since nobody actually knew how to sing it. It was very noisy as all the Palm Camp citizens started piling into the brothers' small cottage. "Sahara!, Mabel!, have you bought all the party things?", shouted Timmy deciding that he should take charge. "Yep!", they chorused. "Dog-lover, go and help Tommy in the kitchen with the party food will you, he's got an awful lot on his hands today preparing all the food." Tim explained. "L‑J‑A!, Gulliver!, put up the party decorations and the bunting if you don't mind! Sahara, Mabel, wrap the presents please." "Here", Katt said, "I got him a plush toy in the shape of a peanut! His favourite." "Katt, start on the slush‑pups if you please. (Slushys in Palm Camp) Antonio blow up the balloons, Blathers get the party hats and blow-blows out of that yellow bag please." "Hey Timmy, we've finished decorating now what?", Gulliver called out. "Um, Gulliver, set the table, and L-J-A... "DING DONG! Tom Nook had arrived. L‑J‑A hurried over to the door and let Tom Nook in then he kept a steady steam of chatter on making sure that Tom Nook didn't see the others. "Why don't we have a nice chat in Tim's room", L‑J‑A began. "Well, actually, I need the loo so we'll have that chat in a minute OK?", Tom Nook said. L‑J‑A rushed back to the others and told them that the birthday boy was in the toilet. "Chop chop!" he whispered. "Katt! Help the girls finish wrapping the gifts, Blathers help Dog-lover finish decorating the cake and lighting the candles while Tommy flips over the pancakes", Timmy ordered. "L-J-A, sweep the floor and..." FLUSH! The sound made everyone stop dead in their tracks. "Places everyone! Tom Nook's coming!", said Timmy under his breath. Then they all waited and when Tom came in, "SUPRISE!", everyone yelled. "Happy 38th Birthday!" Dog-lover played the piano, Blathers the violin, and Mabel the flute while everyone else sang.
This is my version:
Greg, who is A carpenter, is at work in Agatha's lounge, building in a beautifully grained, curved shelf. Observing all this is a noisy, yappy small dog sitting incongruously on a plush divan. Eventually Greg is satisfied that the wooden surface is flush so he started putting on the first layer of oil. Greg is relieved to have this job today as it would have been horrible to be working outside with the wet snow falling and the slush on the ground. Just then there is the sound of the key in the front door at which the dog flips forward head over heals and rushes to the door to greet Agatha. She had been to Selfridges and wades in with loads of boxes and bags that she has been able to amass there. At her dog's greeting she quickly puts them all down and picks up the dog for a cuddle. Meanwhile, Greg is basking in the peace of the quietened lounge!
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