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 mbwa mwitu 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 wewe hold."
"Oh stop!Really? wewe think I'm that pretty."
"Oh I know wewe are."
"Awe,thank you. Well it's getting late so I better head nyumbani for dinner."
"Ok.See wewe tomorrow." I alisema walking to my small den. I sat for a dakika and then went and got a caribou. I was only three years old yet was strong enough to take down my own caribou. Geuss wewe have to teach yourself that stuff when wewe parents say get out.