This comes from an old book. No author is listed for this little story. It’s public domain in the U.S. If you’re from outside the U.S., you may need to look away now. Thanks.

I’m sure you will enjoy it.

A young teacher who graduated from the normal school last June, was asked one day last week to substitute in a higher grade than her own. She was a little nervous over the temporary promotion, and was anxious that everything should go off in the usual good order. While instructing the class in composition, she said: “Now, children, don’t tempt any flights of fancy. Don’t try to imitate the things you have heard, but just be yourselves and write what is really in you.”

As a result of this advice, one little boy turned in the following composition:

“I ain’t goin’ to attempt no flite of fancy; I’m just goin’ to write what’s in me, and I got a hart, a liver, two lungs, and some other things like that; then I got a stummick, and it’s got in it a pickle, a piece of pie, two sticks of peppermint candy, and my dinner.”

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