in a Gingerbread House. Her days were perfect and happy. Everyday she would play in the beautiful meadow. The sky was blue, the sun was bright the grass was green and alive Everything was perfect. Then one day it began to storm. The sky grew dark, the sun turned dim, the meadow withered and died The girl ran into the forest, all the trees blocked her path The girl ran home to her pefect, little gingerbread house and watched as it crumbled to the ground. |
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