This is my 10-year-old Granddaughter's version:
Come on, Dad wants us to go shopping for cereaL, milk, eggs and flouR. Oh, and sugar. He said to go to the new Chinese take-away to get prawn crackers too", said Tom, squinting at the list and adjusting his glasses. "Can I come too?", Mia asked, looking up from rubbing Lola's tummy. "Not you Mia, I want you and Lucy to watch me make flour." Mia and Lucy watched Mum grind each tiny grain of wheat while the boys started to get ready to go to the shops. "Listen to this", Dad said suddenly, looking up from his paper. "Two cars crash with a prang!" "Wow", said Max as he drank the rest of his juice. Dad folded his paper up and walked over to the stairs, deftly stepping over the fine cord stretched between the doorposts as a prank. "Oh Max, Tom, get the Carter's brand of cereal please", he said before vanishing into his bedroom.
This is my version:
As LauRie fumed in the chauffeured car, he learned that the delay was because of a crash ahead that had blocked all the motorway off. This brand launch was important and he didn't want to miss it. At least it wasn't a delay because of a prank played by a rival. At last he arrived and he started mingling. He'd just taken a mouthful of prawn and pickle when there was a tremendous prang as a careless visitor stumbled into an elaborate display. Laurie groaned - "He clearly drank too much earlier, and probably the grain variety at that".
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