I know I don't post twice in the same day, but this is too great. . .
The assignment was, after reading about The Pony Express to compose a letter to someone as if you were a pony express rider. Here is what my oldest son turned in.
Dear Mom,
I'm a pony express rider. The weather is terrible. I've been ambushed by Indians. My horse has be stolen and I miss my friends. I delivered the mail by walking through the desert. The food is good, though!
I love you, mom.
Your Son,
That's my boy. He always finds a reason to smile:-)
Awesome! That sucks though: abysmal weather, ambush, stolen transportation *and* homesickness. What rotten luck.
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