The little tomato.

Once upon a time there was a tomato. Tomato, said her mom. My name is Emily! Would you

like some carrot soup?No thank you!I would like some potato soup!Whats the magic word?Please!Thank you!Emily,s mom came outside again. What’s the matter? My friend Barbra said

we are not friends!Oh. Well you should tell Barbra you are still friends. But she said we are

not friends! Maybe you can bring her some cookies. She does not like cookies!Cupcakes?No!

Cakes?No!Ooh! Ice cream!No no no!!!If she does not want to be my friend she does not

have to be my friend!!!! Okay!!!!!! Take a deep breath. Hhhooo. Good. Are we taking

dance class?Ha ha ha!!! No this is not dance class. Well we should make your

potato soup. Well race you to the kitchen! I will get you first! After lunch they went

to Barbra’s house. When they got to Barbra’s house Barbra was coming out the

door. Then Barbra said, I’m sorry!!! I’m so so so so so so so so so sorry!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

You are?Yes!Ooh and here!It was a basket of cookies!Emily, said her mom. Were

you making this story up?No no no!Okay. After five minutes Barbra was at

Emily’s house. Barbra said, can Emily come over and play?Me and mom looked at

each other. Well, that s a yes! Whoo!After a hour Barbra and I came back. Can

we play here?Mom had her thinking face on. Just then dad showed up in the

driving lot. Dad!!!! Emily said. Dad is more F-U-N!!!!! Hey Emily and Barbra.

What are you doing?Talking to mom. Ha ha ha! Just messing with you! See!

I told you dad is more F-U-N!!!Barbra go and ask your mom or dad if

you camping with me and Emily!!!Barbra quickly ran home!!!Barbra was back!

Barbra said, mom and dad said Y-E-S!!!!!Dad told Barbra and I to pack our

things for camping. Barbra,dad, and I packed a tent,flashlight,sleeping bag, marshmallows,

chocolate,gram crackers, and a glass jar. When we where rousting marshmallows Barbra

was wishing on a star. When Barbra was done wishing on a star it was time to go

to sleep. We all dreamed of all fun things we did today. The end Ottilie A. G.