Dear Oak,
I was pushing the swing. You were swinging on the swing. You sang “E will. E will rock you.” You asked me to sing the turtle song about the bubbles. You were the only one left on the swing. You told me, “There are no monsters here.”
I asked, “Not even the ones with 60 90 claws and 60 eyes?” You said something about only two eyes, I think. I thought that must mean no monsters. People have two eyes. Birds have two eyes. Squirrels have two eyes. Most spiders have eight eyes.
Then we heard a ROAR! There was a monster in the yard, and it was chasing everyone. Well, not us. I was glad we were swinging.
Love,
Teacher Michelle