hi,
I have decided to right a small paragraf about the robbin that visits our garden.
He visits our garden every morning and sits in the bush/hedge wating till the sun comes up and the tempriture rises, he hopps about wating till the ducks are let out because they dig up the soil and the gravel and make it easyer for him to get his food. He then dances on the woodern planks watching as my mum chucks out any left over crusts or stale bred and he dives in, when he's full he hops back in to the bush/hedge and clambers to the top and catches the brees he then flys away
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