One day a ball rolled down our driveway and down the hill and down another hill. Daddy had Bethany, I had myself, and Momma wasn't holding anything. Momma went after the ball. It rolled into some briers (bwiers). Momma easily (easwy) broke (bwoke) the briers (bwiers). And then she carefully got the ball.
Original story as told to me by Jacob on Sunday
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