The box

One day I woke up and it was holiday day. We were running late and my special box didn’t fit.  If only it was a bit smaller. We needed to go faster, but we got there  eventually.  We started to run for our lives.  I am a great runner and it was so close.  We got there with 1 minute left, but then I dropped  my bag which had my teddy in it. 

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  1. Lots happening in this story! I like the last sentence where you tell us that you got where you wanted to go, but then something bad happened. I hope you were able to get your bag and teddy back. You have used the prompt very well too. We have all had times when we wished something was smaller so it would fit in somewhere.

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