Friday, May 15, 2009

a story

GRANDMA’S OLD BARN




When I walk into the barn I take in a big gasp of the cool air. The animals start moving because they know that I have brought there food. The doors flap lightly and make cooing noises when the wind comes through .the warm sun feels nice on my skin coming through the dirty cracked windows .the barn is a quiet place that is why they are the best.

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