This is my 9-year-old Granddaughter's version:
Timmy and Tommy were going to stay at Marnwell Farm for four days. They each had packed in their twin-like suitcases, shirts, T‑shirts, sweaters, jumpers, socks, jeans, joggers, hats, brushes, tooth-brushes and paste, books, a snuggly toy each, P‑Js, a mirror, spare shoes, welly boots, slippers and coats. (Not to mention dressing gowns) they were both very excited for their holiday. "Wait, how are we going to get there!", Tommy asked suddenly. "Oh! I really hadn't thought of that! Oh dear, that will we do now?", Timmy said anxiously. "I know!", said Tommy clicking his fingers, "We could ask Mrs Tibbs if we could hitch a ride to the farm? In her pick-up truck perhaps, I think she'd be more than happy to!" "Yes but if she's not too busy though. she has to take eight people to the the football pitch tonight," Timmy said. But they asked anyway and arranged for her to pick them up at half-past four. Ten minutes before they were to head off to the farm, they did a last minute check. Umbrellas, picnic mat and basket, sunglasses, water bottles and packed lunches for they were to have their lunch in the car. Then they hopped into Mrs Tibbs' truck and set off for the farm. When they arrived at the farm, which had in big letters, MARNWELL FARM, it was very noisy since it was the animals' lunch time. The first to greet them at the gate was a playful border collie. Then Mrs Potts came along. "Hallo, had a nice journey? Ol' Bill's been very excited to meet ya! Aint 'e'! There is bitch over 'ere. Yep ya are Missie! Mind the ditch by the 'orn fields and I'll take ya to ya room", boomed Mrs Potts in her farm-ish accent. She led them up a staircase into a medium-sized room. The walls had been painted a creamy colour, two beds with bedside tables and lamps and drink coasters, a wooden chest of draws, a wardrobe, a big mirror, a nice rug, hammocks if wanted, two armchairs, a small coffee table, plenty of shelves for books, pretty plants, nice pictures on the walls, a balcony with a lovely view of the farm and a clean bathroom with white towels hung ready for them. "What a lovely place!", Timmy gasped. "We chose well Tim," Tommy grinned. "Look! There's even a fireplace!", Timmy exclaimed, delighted. They unpacked and came downstairs for a marvellous supper. 'simply stunning!' thought Tommy after his fifth homemade scone.
This is my version:
Suddenly, iT became very noisy outside, close to the house. Finney went out to investigate and, to his dismay, he found that a ditch was being dug blocking off his car from being driven away. Finney was not at all happy about this and went into his garage, returning brandishing a pitch fork. His bitch, Nellie, was by his side and was barking loudly. The brave foreman came over and explained that they had to dig the trench to access a burst water main. Finney was calmed a little by this knowledge but he didn't fancy hanging around all day with this going on. He grabbed some things and set off with Nellie for a few days, travelling by hitch hiking. After a week he returned to a quiet house again and told his family and friends what a wonderful time he'd had away😊. (He did also send copies of his B&B receipts to the water company asking for the money! He did get an apology and a partial reimbursement.)
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