 |
 |
 |
 |
||
|
|
|
|
||
by Jay M.
Ohio, WOUB
 |  |  |
Page 2
My Friends and I went to the library. We were looking in the grown up section, and we found an ancient book jammed between two shelves. We put the book on a table. Dust billowed out when we opened it, and faded letters appeared on its pages.
 |
 |
