" No, no, no!" cried Ava. " Let her go." she talked in her sleep. 12 year old Ava had often nightmares. Her parents stood there in disbelief. " She is doing it again." whispered her mother. " Maybe we should get rid of that pony,because she is the one who made Ava worry about someone stealing Shelly."her father whispered back. " No, are you kidding me? That is her PRIZED POSSESSION!" whispered her mom loudly. Suddenly, Ava awoke gasping for breath. " Honey!" screamed her mom running over to make sure Ava was OK. Her father sighed and walked down the grand staircase of their very own plantation home. It was big, white, plain, and sturdy. It had a big oak tree in front, holding a big tire swing in the sunshine. However, the farm was in their big backyard. It was very shady, with another big oak tree covering up their enormous garden with shade. " I am OK." assured Ava to her mother. " Just leave me to wash up. She walked over in the bathroom where the big wash basin was. " This is going to be a BIG day." she said to herself.
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Ava's Missing Pony.
Bí ẩn / Giật gânHey Guys! I am writing a story for my friend Ava today. We are very good friends, so i told her i would make her a main character in one of my stories. She loves ponies! I thought about what i was going to do, then a light bulb went off!
