The following is another story I wrote when I was five:
Once upon a time, there was three little "wolfs". They were real nice. Then they saw their friends, the pigs. Then the daddy wolf came out. Then the mama wolf came. Then the papa pig came. Then the mama one did. Then the friendly wolf came out. And then a bull came walking towards them and it was a nice bull. He came up to them and he licked them. Then another wolf came. And then the next wolf came. Then a pig came. Then a friendly bull came because we do have one at our ranch. Other wolf came and petted him.
The end.
When I was younger I enjoyed going out to our ranch with my dad and brother. We would feed and pet the cows. They would come up one by one and eat out of your hand; when they do this they end up licking you. There were a few bulls that you could walk up to and pet, I think this is why I wrote this story.
When I was younger I enjoyed going out to our ranch with my dad and brother. We would feed and pet the cows. They would come up one by one and eat out of your hand; when they do this they end up licking you. There were a few bulls that you could walk up to and pet, I think this is why I wrote this story.
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