Donny is my little brother. He is a naughty boy.
On Sunday morning Donny went into the yard and played with a dog. —
Sometimes a bird would come down to stay on the top’s of the dog’s house. —
Then Donny threw a stone at it. —
Suddenly the little boy began crying. —
Mother ran to Donny and asked him what was wrong. —
He said, “I’ve broken sister’s plate. —
She has beaten me.” “Why?” —
“I threw it at a bird, and it went straight to the plate.”
Such was my naught brother.