Week #37 - Portia

Hi my name is Hudson and I heard that there was a gold viola lost somewhere and I’m thinking of finding it.People say it is ancient that means very, very, very old. I was thinking about doing this for years now and I think I am ready to find it. So Some days I went to find things to practice. But today is my day and I am going to find it. So I woke up very early in the morning, got dressed and drove to where the place was. I searched all day long and found it.Yay to me!

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  1. Anonymous14 June 2020 at 14:24


    Dear Portia


    I love the part when you said “I heard that there was a gold viola lost somewhere and I’m thinking of finding it.People say it is ancient that means very, very, very old.”I thought it was a use of the word viola.

    Best wishes Lily

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