Mrs. Robert’s Rock Shop
Courtney entered Mrs. Roberts Rock Shop with the usual ring of the customer bell. “Hi Elise. How are you?” Courtney said to the owner’s daughter. “Good,” Elise answered “Mother wants the place tidied up between sales,” “I did that yesterday!” Court whined. “This place gets messy too often,” First she put every rock in its place. Then she swept the floor. “Done,” she panted. The window fell. “More work” she whined. After she fixed the window, a customer came in. “Welcome to Mrs. Roberts’ Rock Shop. I’m Courtney and this is Elise,” Courtney said to the customer. “I know it’s my shop and I know my daughter’s name.” It was Mrs. Ella Roberts, the owner. “Elise, darling. Time to go,” “Mother, remember Sadie isn’t going to be here. I promised her I’d work her shift,” said Elise.
When Courtney got home it was nearly 6. She told her mom and dad it’s not fair that since she’s only 10 she can’t do anything. Her dad her a story that made her feel better. She went back to Mrs. Robert’s Rock Shop happy.
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