It was a beautiful summer day,July second.There she was. Beautiful, sitting up on the hill. My eyes widened at the sight of her. Her name was Kaila. A beautiful, she بھیڑیا the color of snow. She saw me and called to me
"Hey Elijah, isn't the sky beautiful?"
"Why yes,yes it is,but nothing could match the beauty آپ hold."
"Oh stop!Really? آپ think I'm that pretty."
"Oh I know آپ are."
"Awe,thank you. Well it's getting late so I better head ہوم for dinner."
"Ok.See آپ tomorrow." I کہا walking to my small den. I sat for a منٹ and then went and got a caribou. I was only three years old yet was strong enough to take down my own caribou. Geuss آپ have to teach yourself that stuff when آپ parents say get out.