Certain day was sitting Juana above one stone, not have what make, was boved, so what decide write a story, was to bring paper and pen, but as not concentrated. in its house returned to the sume coming, is beding above the grass, and put his paper above the stone.
Of suddenly a strong wind passed and is took her pen, Juana left running back it, shi not wanted to lose because it was all that was left her grandmother and her grandmother had died, so love it.
passed the minutes and Juana continued looking, up what is he tired and started to mourn thought was going to see and never to.
After of a hours Juana is stayed sleep and dreamed that a girl is had found his pen and what is what had kept in his room the awekening was running to se if it was true what he had dreamed, and yes is pen was there was very excited in the end wrote the story of his own pen.
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