My pet rock
one day, sitting on my chair I saw a great surprise, I saw a noble rock with a face that looked so wise.
And so I went to pick it up and we went for a walk, and that is when I confermed for him to be my pet rock.
We went on fun adventures, with all my family, and his name is mr.bob and we live so happily.
We love to go on trampolines and eat our picknicks there, he sits with me whenever I have very bad nightmares.
He is my one and only rock and I love seeing him, he loves to go and talk to me whenever I am there
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