This is my 10-year-old Granddaughter's version:
WhEn Lara got back from the maRket, she saw her Mum crying on the floor. Lara rushed over to comfort her. "What is it Ma?", she asked softly. "Granny Mae … she … died", Mum wept, her hands in her face. Lara fell down on her knees and started weeping too. Suddenly they found themselves quietly singing a dirge, the song Granny Mae used to sing. After the song they hugged each other and wept some more. Out of the blue Lara found a surge of energy and ran to get Granny Mae's special music box. At least they could smile and listen to something brighter now.
This is my version:
HE had been a populaR fellow. He could brighten up the evening with his karaoke contributions. So when the funeral carriage was pulled through the streets, there was a surge of weeping as folk joined the procession. The band at the front of the procession played many a dirge, which only enhanced the gloom of the occasion. Fortunately the vicar at the committal knew him well and had chosen some more hope-filled music to lift the mood.
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