Today is Thursday. It is a very cold miserable day. The rain is bucketing down. You can see drip after drop down the window, the whole place is a wet mess. The deck is wet, so is the playground.
“Isn't it a wet, yucky day?” Ethan said.
“Yes it is, it is a wet, soggy day,” I said to Ethan.
“I hate wet days, we can't play outside,” said Ethan.
“What would you do if you could play in the rain?” I said to Ethan.
“I would jump in the puddles, and do bombs in the ponds of mud and get saturated.”
“Same here,” I said in a exited voice.
Written by Kase
“Isn't it a wet, yucky day?” Ethan said.
“Yes it is, it is a wet, soggy day,” I said to Ethan.
“I hate wet days, we can't play outside,” said Ethan.
“What would you do if you could play in the rain?” I said to Ethan.
“I would jump in the puddles, and do bombs in the ponds of mud and get saturated.”
“Same here,” I said in a exited voice.
Written by Kase
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