Dear Mr. Henshaw
“Henshaw March 31 Dear Mr. Henshaw, I’ll keep this short to save you time reading it. I had to tell you something. You were right. I wasn’t ready to write an imaginary story. But guess what! I wrote a true story which won Honorable Mention in the Yearbook. Maybe next year I’ll write something that will win first or second place. Maybe by then I will be able to write an imaginary story.
I just thought you would like to know. Thank you for your help. If it hadn’t been for you, I might have handed in that dumb story about the melting wax trucker.
Your friend, the author, Leigh Botts P.S. I still write in the diary you started me on.
FROM THE DIARY OF LEIGH BOTTS Saturday, March 31 This morning the sun was shining, so Barry and I mailed my letter to Mr. Henshaw and then walked over to see if there were still any butterflies in the grove. We only saw three or four, so I guess most of them have gone north for the summer. Then we walked down to the little park at Lovers Point and sat on a r...ock watching sailboats on the bay for a while.MoreLess
I just thought you would like to know. Thank you for your help. If it hadn’t been for you, I might have handed in that dumb story about the melting wax trucker.
Your friend, the author, Leigh Botts P.S. I still write in the diary you started me on.
FROM THE DIARY OF LEIGH BOTTS Saturday, March 31 This morning the sun was shining, so Barry and I mailed my letter to Mr. Henshaw and then walked over to see if there were still any butterflies in the grove. We only saw three or four, so I guess most of them have gone north for the summer. Then we walked down to the little park at Lovers Point and sat on a r...ock watching sailboats on the bay for a while.MoreLess
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