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Wednesday, January 07, 2009 

The Playground

Little Rosie and Lily were the best of friends at the school playground.

Everyday, little Rosie and Lily eyed the swing during playtime, but it was always occupied by the other kids. Some days, both girls would line up hand in hand for their turns. Other days, they talked about how cool it would be to find another swing all to themselves.

One day, little Rosie and Lily did exactly that. In another playground, Rosie sat on the swing. Oh, how high she went! And how fast too! With the sun on her cheeks and the wind in her hair! What a delightful time that was!

Not only that, other kids liked Rosie better and offered their turns on the swing to Rosie. Little Lily wasn't half as lucky. She had to wait and wait for a turn that never came. Rosie said to her one day, "Oh Lily! I don't know what to do! I have been on the swing like, everyday now! Not only that, Daisy and Orchid and Iris and Jasmine is like, offering me their turns! I have too many turns! What a bother! All this swinging is like, giving me a headache! I can't say no and hurt their feelings! What do you think I should do?!!"

Call Lily a sour grape but she has a pretty good idea what Rosie should do with her turns and where she should place it. -_-

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