We rode a really big bus to my uncle’s town. It was the biggest bus I’ve ever been on. The bus driver was really nice. I liked him a lot more than Gus. He let us talk and didn’t mind if we opened the windows. We didn’t have to open the windows though because it was nice and cool on the bus. We drove by lots of neat stuff. I saw lots of big trucks, and hills, and sometimes I saw tractors. I even saw a bunch of horses. But mostly I saw cows. The first time we saw cows my cousin mooed at them and I thought that was really funny. So the next time we saw cows we both mooed. After a while some people asked us to stop mooing. I guess that was o.k. There were a lot of cows.
A place to store the things I write. The posts are listed from oldest to newest in the archive list, that is really the best way to read them. For now everything here is fiction.
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