*** I wrote this when I was seven ***
It’s not fun being a bowling ball becace you bash into the pens and it stings icspechle when you hit your face you can never get to sleep. but one day a man came along and bort me he was the man that alwas uewsd me. the man in the counter put me in a string bag when the man was warking thro the ortmatick Door I fell out and got stuck in the door and I went smash. Luckly for me the man in the counter saw it happern. he said Hay you” Cod you pleas bring back that boling ball well shod I say the peases. so he brang back all the peases. and the necs day I was brand New in the shop.
It’s not fun being a bowling ball becace you bash into the pens and it stings icspechle when you hit your face you can never get to sleep. but one day a man came along and bort me he was the man that alwas uewsd me. the man in the counter put me in a string bag when the man was warking thro the ortmatick Door I fell out and got stuck in the door and I went smash. Luckly for me the man in the counter saw it happern. he said Hay you” Cod you pleas bring back that boling ball well shod I say the peases. so he brang back all the peases. and the necs day I was brand New in the shop.