Geoffrey

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StoryEnglish as she is spoke Geoffrey314 years 5 months ago
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My stories

The young oak tree 7/8

Neither Jennifer Jane nor her dad slept very well that night. She wanted to start looking long before breakfast time, but Abigail wouldn’t let her go without a good meal inside her.

The young oak tree 6/8

Abigail and Dave got back on their broom.

The young oak tree 5/8

Dave arrived home at his usual time in the evening. The house seemed strangely quiet, nor did any welcoming smell of cooking greet him, as he came through the front door.

The last routine

Rene was steering the old converted fishing smack ‘The straw hat’ into the harbour. Rob was rushing about doing the heavy sailorly work as the boat ran into calmer waters.

The young oak tree 4/8

“Shush” whispered the other, nodding his head towards Mary.

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