I think my eight year old daughter may have inherited my 'gift' of anxious imagination (see previous post). Here is a story she wrote at school entitled 'The Girl Who Ate Nothing but Cake'.
Once there was a girl called Hattie. She ate nothing but CAKE!! One night she grew SO FAT. She couldn't fit in the car to go to school but she managed but she couldn't fit in the school room. So she did not have school work to her discugst but because she was still stuck so she died.
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