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Rose walked slowly onto the lawn. In her right hand she held a book, Great Wizarding Events of the Twentieth Century. She had her left had outstretched to support her snowy owl, Ozzy. She had to admit she'd been neglecting him for a while. Strolling along behind her, her tiny orange bombay kitten, Winnie, followed.
She plopped her tote bag down on the brown and orange crispy looking leaves under a maple tree and sat down. Ozzy hooted softly and flew down to the ground to pick for worms. Winnie assisted him playfully.
She looked in her bag and pulled out parchment, her quill and some ink. Carefully she opened the ink bottle and dipped her quill in it, ready to write to her parents whom she missed very much. She had realized she was really lonely lately.
She plopped her tote bag down on the brown and orange crispy looking leaves under a maple tree and sat down. Ozzy hooted softly and flew down to the ground to pick for worms. Winnie assisted him playfully.
She looked in her bag and pulled out parchment, her quill and some ink. Carefully she opened the ink bottle and dipped her quill in it, ready to write to her parents whom she missed very much. She had realized she was really lonely lately.