The red
door is as bright as a postbox.
Quietly
the little girl knocked on the door.
The White
statues are as bright as freshly laid snow.
As she
tip toed to the door she noticed it was at the base of an old silvery barked
tree.
The
little girl, who had a flowery jacket on, waited for someone to answer the
door.
Well done Zach, you spent a lot of time and gave some thought to this story and what you had to do.
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