I once had an English teacher, I think is was the 5th grade; I really liked Mrs Moore. The way she taught class did inspire me to do my best, what ever I was doing. Under her wing of creative writing I put a story together that went something like this (almost verbatim, and written in the 5th grade)
There stood the mighty foe, flames rushing from the nostrils, the worrier in a quick motion drew the shimmering sword, and with a great thrust to the dragons chest...
The clouds than changed form to become a soft pillow.
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