Or, at least it was. Now it's just messy.
But I came across some old schoolbooks and other such notebooks, including some old stories of mine, and decided to share them with out.
Today, I'm sharing a story I wrote in second grade, so I was around six. The prompt was merely "about a snake," but I with my penchant for anything fantastic, chose to write about a magical snake.
So, without further adieu ...
There was once a magical snake that was oh so clever. He could could count to ten in people language. He had legs but he was slimy. Other snakes laughed at his legs and slime and told him he was not a real snake. But when a snake touched him with his tale, suddenly it could count to ten in people language, too. The other snakes were amazed. They stood up and jumped for joy.