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evacuee letter home

 

Thank you for the cheese sandwich; it kept me satiated while on the train. It was terrifying because it was my first time in Wales, and people were being selected out one by one in the vast masses. I was left LAST, which was probably due to my ripped clothes. Then someone, a short and slightly overweight woman, grabbed my arm. “You’re coming with me, little lad,” she said.

 

Mrs Peters was her name, and her husband’s name was Mr Peters, she told me when she brought me to her house. You could hear the house rumbling since she lives in an old cottage, and when I say old, I mean prehistoric.

 

Mrs Peters was her name, and her husband’s name was Mr Peters, she told me when she brought me to her house. You could hear the house rumbling since she lives in an old cottage, and when I say old, I mean prehistoric. You could hear the house rumbling.

 

Apart from all the rumbling and bumbling is was alright, she has a farm in the backyard. With cows, chickens and more. She also has a small metal tub to take a bath in. 

 

But today the chickens laid eggs for breakfast and then, a little chick hatched out of the egg! And because they’re nice people they let me name it, so i called it pom pom, because it looked like a small yellow pom pom.

 

The village was a little countryside with a little beach shore and all the kids played by the rocks finding crabs and critters of all sorts crawling in the sand.

 

The school is the worst, it has bad food like for dinner we just have 1 single sandwich and nothing else. Honestly I might eat more at Mr and Mrs Peters house for breakfast.

 

That’s all for now and hopefully dad comes back safely and billy has a good home best wishes 

 

-John Parker

 

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