[Note from Mom: The assignment was to write a story about birds migrating back to our yard in the Spring. This is Amanda's story, and the only thing I changed was spelling and paragraphs. Well, and a few punctuation marks.]
One of the bigger birds over heard him. "WHAT was that!?" she said.
"uh... Nothing."
"I heard something from you."
"It was your imagination."
"No it was not."
"Yes."
"No."
"Yes!"
"No!"
"Stop fighting, you guys!" said John's mother with a laugh.
"I was..."
"She started..."
"I did no-"
"STOP!!!!" John's mother yelled.
"Oh, alright," said John.
"Well, all I was trying to know was what he said," said the other bird.
John's mother stared angrily at John. "Was that all she was trying to know?"
"Yes," John said.
"Tell her what you said," John's mother said.
"What I said was it can't be Virginia! Wait a sec! It's spring! It cannot be snowing!"
"Ooooohhh!" John's mother said.
Soon they landed. Everyone ran and flew to different trees, made nests, and started to go to sleep. Everyone but John and his mother; they were still flying. Soon the two birds got to Pennsylvania. They never found their family and friends.
The end. Finis. Fin.
