My Naughty Brother, Troy
Troys’ motorbike broke down.
“How will I get to pre-school?” said Troy.
On Monday he flew on a hawk.
On Tuesday he galloped by horse.
On Wednesday he swung on trees.
On Thursday he drove fast in a car.
On Friday he rode a crab with ginormous
nippers.
On Saturday he fixed his motorbike, now he
could get to pre-school.
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