Frosty the pony
"Here we are, We are here. this is fancy"said
Cindy. That pony
is perkey over there. "Hi, im Karen bevits
kid"said Isabella.
"Where is your mum darling?"said my mum.
Isabella replied: she is in the shower. Ten
seconds later Karen bevit was outside tacking
frosty up. She (the pony) was crabby and
tried to bite mum. Then a kid called Oliver
hopped on Frosty. She was lame as in saww.
Karen demanded Oliver to trot. So he gave her
a kick and said trot on, she didn't listen
and he gave her a wack. She trotted. Then
Karen said that is it, do you want to buy
her? "No" we said.
THE END