One of our rare trips down the mountain
To the dusty dirty towns
We’re told to visit an uncle
Petrol, flour, vegetables, nails
Finally we get there, too late
But lunch is forced upon us – mutton
A rare treat
They’re lovely people
And as we leave we spot some plums
A girl is sent to pluck them
She comes back with a bag full
Uncle looks through
And gives the girl the first two
Naturally
She smiles
Next, his grandchildren
Then us
Marvellous….your best yet. I shall make a copy for my Reading & Writing class.
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And he’s vegetarian.
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