This morning I saw a fly that lost a leg. Me and my brother were trying to take care of it. My held it. I wanted to carry it, but I was afraid to carry it. We tried to make a home for it. We left it alone for a while. When I came back home it was dead. I was really sad. My brother did not care as much as I did. I cried.
Saturday, July 23, 2011
The little fly
This morning I saw a fly that lost a leg. Me and my brother were trying to take care of it. My held it. I wanted to carry it, but I was afraid to carry it. We tried to make a home for it. We left it alone for a while. When I came back home it was dead. I was really sad. My brother did not care as much as I did. I cried.
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