This is my 10-year-old Granddaughter's version:
Lara walked past the fields of her hometown, taking in all that was happening. The sun was scorching and bright, as usual, and the market was very noisy and bustling with people. Lara saw young women with glittering outfits and hijabs. She saw men with bags full to the brim with shopping, and some sitting in their stalls with fruit and veg surrounding them. A lady was selling pretty bracelets and jewellery. Another lady was selling baked goods to a mother and her son. As Lara walked past the farm fields and waved to the farmers, who were carefully plucking grain, they waved back. One man stood up and called out to her, "Hello Lara! How are you!" Lara nodded back, "Fine thanks; you?". The farmer nodded and went to stoop down again. A woman with a vase on her head went to speak to him and Lara focussed on some young boys. They were helping on the farm by standing the stook in the sun to dry. They waved too, and Lara smiled back. Then she went on her way to buy the loaf of bread her Mother had sent her for.
This is my version:
He Thought it would be noisy harvesting the wheat. But today there was an exhibition of older farming methods. A gang of labourers went out with sickle to shear the wheat by hand. Other labourers followed on behind and stoop down to gather up the wheat and tie each bundle into a neat stook. The judges were keeping a close eye on each pair of labourers and, after comparing notes, declared the winners who then stood on the podiums for 1st, 2nd and 3rd.
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