Once upon a time there was a little boy and his name was Mike. He liked to look at the rain all day and loved trains! He even had a big train of his own!
One day he was on his big train driving it and drinking coffee he was writing something on his map and a big train came and crashed into his train.
Mike’s train fell off the track and rolled into the trees and fire started but Mike jumped out and lived. He jumped into the other guys train and drive it to New York.
He became a rich man but always felt bad for taking the other man’s train.
The end!
P.S. Ezra asked me today to help him write a story so I typed while he dictated! We were waiting for the train to open!
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Ezra’s story is so cool 🙂
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I feel honoured to have read the first draft 😉
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Hooray!!!!!!
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What an interesting story. My cousin’s partner was the engineer who was on the train in Lac Megantic fire last year.
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That is possible, many of my uncles worked for Canadian Pacific Railway…our town is still plastered with so many tracks…lots of shunting still going on even in the night with the long freight trains.
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Getting stuck behind them is no fun but at least we now have ereaders and cell phones while we wait:)
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Well at least he felt bad about taking the other man’s train. 😉
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