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Once there was a boy, and he was made from earth, and when he sneezed little clumps of him shook off. This is my story.


I am a boy.

I am made
from earth.

"Hello there!"
(It is nice to meet you).

This boy/I/me works at a factory all day long. He gets up quite early, but it doesn't seem so early because the sun is up, and that makes things much better.

He puts earplugs in.

And grabs a hammer, and maybe six 3/8 x 1 bolts. When all is done, there is a creation. A baby hopper! He was made, and he has made!

All from the earth.

After he takes his earplugs out, the world gets much louder. He can hear the "sshh, sshh of his gloves when he rubs them together. And he can hear birds - oh the meadowlark song!