pretending

Our bed is a little boat. This boat is our home, and we sail all of the oceans upon it together.

Every so often we dock at land and Adelaide must spring ashore to quickly gather acorns and blocks for our supper.

Sometimes a storm will come, and we must prepare the ship. We bunker down, and hold on with all of our might!

Ours is a very cozy boat. Where shall we sail away to next?

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