Mama June story The little lost Sheep
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Complete, First published May 05, 2017
On the way to work Mom dropped me off by Mama June house.
    Mama June is my grand Mama she gives me a big hug.
    Mama June always has nice stories.
    She set on her big green chair and I set beside her on the small red chair.
    She said this story is about little lost sheep.
    
    One nice day the little sheep named Nyla goes on her first trip into the forest with her Mom and a flock of sheep. The little sheep wandered off from the flock and got lost. She was scared when she saw a big wolf. 
    She remembered what her mother said," never trust a wolf a wolf eats sheep".
     The wolf said "hello little sheep are you lost? Come with me I know where your mother is" 
    Nyla remembered what her mother said "If you saw a wolf say BABA as loud as you can and run as fast as you can"
     Nyla cried "BABA" loud and ran fast.
    Her mom and the flock heard Nyla and found her. When the wolf saw the flock of sheep
    He got scared and ran away.
    Nyla learned to never wonder off from her mom and the flock when they went into the forest.
    Mama June said so what did you learn from the story?
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