Portrait of the Artist as a Young Four Year Old
I hope that you have a merry Christmas. From the [Kate Marie] family. With a story:
Once upon a time the lady was waiting in a garden. The hunters saw her. A creepy bear stood up the lane. But then, the tallest gingerbread cookie broke the cups. There was this muddy old lady who was standing by the lane and fell into the water. The scariest, biggest, pine needle crunched the ground. But this little old lady screamed, going "Aaaaaahhhhhhh". The little birdies chirped in the very merry cake. The swans that were blue twirled with blue crowns that have blue and pink hearts on them. And then she fell into the happy ending with the chirping of the birds and the muddiest lake with the scary old monster. But the little blue roses that had blue hearts on them did not give up. And the pink roses with pink hearts on them did not give up. And the purple roses with purple hearts did not give up either. And that was the end of it. The end.
Once upon a time the lady was waiting in a garden. The hunters saw her. A creepy bear stood up the lane. But then, the tallest gingerbread cookie broke the cups. There was this muddy old lady who was standing by the lane and fell into the water. The scariest, biggest, pine needle crunched the ground. But this little old lady screamed, going "Aaaaaahhhhhhh". The little birdies chirped in the very merry cake. The swans that were blue twirled with blue crowns that have blue and pink hearts on them. And then she fell into the happy ending with the chirping of the birds and the muddiest lake with the scary old monster. But the little blue roses that had blue hearts on them did not give up. And the pink roses with pink hearts on them did not give up. And the purple roses with purple hearts did not give up either. And that was the end of it. The end.
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Was this written by a Princess?
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