Annie looked down from the wall of straw and saw Evan asleep in the hollow stack of hay bales where he had carved out his “clubhouse”. She knew his journal was in there with him and that he had undoubtedly been penning another adventure when he dozed off. Silently backing down the ladder, Annie decided to tell his mother that she didn’t find him in the barn either.
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A sweet little story. I particularly love the title
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So sweet of Annie. Good girl.
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