Sailor here.
Mom put her dinner in the wall.
She walked away and did something with string and paper.
She forgot her supper in the wall.
We had smoke.
We had lots of smoke.
Mom ran around like Zoe.
She opened the windows.
She turned on the helicopter in the ceiling.
She turned on the stove fan.
Then the house made a loud, loud noise. It hurt my ears. It hurt Jib's ears. It didn't hurt Zoe's ears because Zoe can't hear.
Mom flapped a dish towel at the ceiling where the house was shouting. The shouting stopped.
My ears still made a sound even though the house stopped yelling.
And now my house smells like smoke.
Lots of smoke.
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