sten closely, my dear,” Granny began, her voice a gentle breeze. “I’ve transformed a poem into a story—a tale that transcends time and space.”
Jane interrupted, “Don’t say ‘poem into a story,’ just say something else.”
Granny smiled and nodded, “Alright, my dear, as you wish.”
Just then, Dad came in from the garden, his face lighting up with a sudden idea. “I’ve got it!” he exclaimed, his eyes twinkling with excitement. “Why don’t we all create a story together? Each of us can add a part, and the chauffeur said who wants to go to the cinema dad said baffled and stammered though he wanted to stay at home