stories written by Phoebe

Rosie was walking along thinking about her adorable ringlets, pale blue eyes with curling eyelashes. She triped over a log outside her house and burst into tears as her mother and father came running out with six servants. They carried her to a couch and plumped up pillows anmd brought her some sweet tea. Then her servants went and got some first aid and bandaged her leg and a new frock and fussed over her. Soon her mother ordered the servants to bring jelly.