Okay, our friends.
So today we are reading a weekend story because it is close to the week.
Well, it is a weekend.
We are right now.
So we're going to read you a story called The Lost Sunday by Ileana Sardoukin and read today by Mommy Ann.
Are you ready?
Once upon a time, there was a girl who lived in a dusty, crowded town where there was no Sunday.
Can you imagine?
And to tell you the truth, without Sunday, the other days aren't so great.
She says to us as she's doing her chores, climbing up and down and sweeping and such.
Monday is like a savage, engulfing plant wolf.
She imagines it.
On Sunday, I help Ma Selina clean the green garden, which is overrun with weeds and buckthorns.
But despite our efforts, the flowers don't grow and the fruits.
Are never ripe.
That's a shame.
And it does look like a lot of work.
Tuesday is like a wear clock wearing us down with its incessant ticking.
Oh my.
In the picture we can see it is like a clock.