I like this story because I like moil story
It os springtime! shouted the moil
smell that fresh air.
but my house is so dusty and durty.
I need a bucket, I need a mop.
Its time to clean!
He stood a ladder and dust a bookcase.
He moved the chair and clean under it.
he even polished the doornobs.
The pots and pans are all washed.
The floor is next.
he back and force th scrubbed floor.
ow he growned.
my back is sore my arms are sore too.
he threw the scrubbrush down.
forget it!
he ran threw the tunu to go outside.
up we go up we go the moil's head popped out of its hole.
wow the sun is bright the grass smells sweet.
he rolled in the cool grass.
he chased the butterfles.
it much better to ve cleaning.
stop yelled an old rabbit.
it pay six pennys ran throw here.