Week #24 - Zack

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 All the orange crayons were shouting wanting to be the colour of the sun “This is unfair,” the orange one spoke first. “Lets go to war,” said another orange crayon. Finally they found the yellow crayons. “Orange crayons what are you doing?” said the yellow crayons. “WE declare war!” said the orange crayons. “Oh boy,” said the yellow crayons. The orange and the yellow crayons were fighting over being the colour of the sun. “We NEED to be the colour of the sun because when it is in the afternoon it will be sunny.” “Ok fine,” the oranges gave up.


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