||flit, granddaddy, nickname, region, lines, beautiful, soccer, mosquito, sounds, east, north, join, idea, another, divide, town
||I'm Tim, I'm Tess, Southerner Skeeter, United States
It was a beautiful spring day. Wendy and her friends Tim and Tess were kicking their new soccer ball. They were playing in the park. They saw a boy watching them play. It was time to take a rest. The boy walked up to them. "Hi y'all. My name is Skeeter. Can I play with you?" said the boy.
"Hi, Skeeter," said Tim. "We need another player. I'm Tim."
"Hi, Skeeter," added Wendy. "I'm Wendy. Are you new here? I haven't seen you in the park before."
"Yes," answered Skeeter. "I just moved to this town. I have only been here two weeks."
"Skeeter?" said Tess. "I don't think I've heard that name before. I'm Tess."
"Skeeter is my nickname. My real name is Josh. My granddaddy named me Skeeter. He says I flit around like a mosquito
. There are lots of mosquitoes in Louisiana. That's where I used to live. I'm a Southerner."
"Welcome, Southerner Skeeter. Come and join our soccer game," said Tim.
The children played until they were tired. Then all four of them stopped at the snow cone stand. They set a time to play again the next day.
The children walked to Tim and Tess's house. They sat on the porch. Tim and Tess's mother joined them. She sat on the porch swing. "Did you have a nice day in the park?" she asked.Paragraphs 10 to 16:
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