We+Go+Hand+in+Hand+(adverb)

Once there was a little boy. He was small, like most young boys, with bouncing blond curls and bright blue eyes. His sister was small petite brunet with excited hazel eyes. The two went hand and hand, but were very different,

The sister had problems describing things. When she talked it were the truck, the house, and the game. She never put any excitement into her life. The boy on the other hand was all about describing and modifying his sister’s nouns, verbs, and rare, rare adjectives. When he spoke people listened. It was the bright red fire truck, or that supper fast car. He never talked like his sister.

The boy liked to use adverbs. He liked to describe and modify, while his sister stuck with her measly nouns, verbs, and rare adjectives. One day when they were older that would all change. In the very near future the sister was the witness of a robbery, the only witness. When police came to question her they left with very few answers.

“A man was all you could do to describe who robbed the bank. Ughh!” the boy said irritated with his sister.

“I’m not describing things!” the sister replied right back, just as angry.

“Well, it you wont, then draw them a picture.” He yelled.

The sister did. She drew such a detailed picture that the robber was caught within a day. Her brother was so proud.

The two now no longer fight and are the best friends.

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