Mike is a little boy. He is only five years old. —
He is too small to go to school. —
So he can not read and write.
One day he stood at my desk with a pencil in his h and . —
There was a big piece of paper on the desk. —
He wanted to draw a picture of himself. —
He drew lines and cleared them out, then drew more and cleared them out again. —
When I looked at the picture, he wasn’t happy. —
“Well,” he said at last to me, “I’ll put a tail on it and make it a monkey.”
He began to add the tail. I began to laugh