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One day the farm was very quiet. Rachel was really warm. ‘‘Lets make some biscuits for dad’’ Rachel cried. Lots of soldiers were on a storm. They are going to be yummy for dad. Lots bullets rang out. ‘‘Ok lets’’ Rachel cried. The soldiers hurt no doubt. Rachel licked the spoon. Lots of snow was falling. Soldiers heard a big boom. Daddy will love them Rachel was calling.

By Riley.


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