Willy Wibbles Birthday.

Willy Wibble was very excited as he got himself dressed and went downstairs for his breakfast. Yummy yummy in my tummy he thought as he made himself a big bowl of porridge. He was going to have a party this afternoon because today was Willy Wibble's birthday and some of his friends were coming round to his house. But Willy Wibble only had a very small house, there was a small kitchen just big enough for him and a tiny bedroom and an even tinier bathroom. He decided that his friends would have to sit in the garden for his party. He had made some lovely porridge sandwiches, some porridge cakes and porridge ice cream. Willy Wibble finished his work early because his boss had said he could, then he rushed home and began putting all the food out in the garden. Fist he took out the sandwiches and then the cake but when he brought out the ice cream a great big bee was eating one of his sandwiches. Willy Wibble shouted at the bee and he flew away. He could see that a few sandwiches had bites taken out of them so being very clever(just like Grandad) he took a bite out of the other sandwiches to make them all the same. But they still didn't look right so willy Wibble took another little bite, and another and another until there were no sandwiches left. Never mind, my friends can have cake and ice cream. Willy Wibble went back inside to pour himself a glass of porridge juice because it was rather warm in the garden. When he came outside again his ice cream had started to melt. He had a brainwave, he got a straw and sucked up all the melted ice cream and kept sucking and sucking til there was none left. Never mind, my friends can have cake. He went back inside and as he went in it started to rain, and it rained and rained and rained. When it stopped all his friends came and Willy Wibble took them into the garden for some cake. Oh dear, the cake was all soggy but that didn't bother his friends they all enjoyed soggy porridge cake and had a great party.

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1. Willy Wibbles Birthday

 Willy Wibble was very excited as he got himself dressed and went downstairs for his breakfast. Yummy yummy in my tummy he thought as he made himself a big bowl of porridge. He was going to have a party this afternoon because today was Willy Wibble's birthday and some of his friends were coming round to his house. But Willy Wibble only had a very small house, there was a small kitchen just big enough for him and a tiny bedroom and an even tinier bathroom. He decided that his friends would have to sit in the garden for his party. He had made some lovely porridge sandwiches, some porridge cakes and porridge ice cream. Willy Wibble finished his work early because his boss had said he could, then he rushed home and began putting all the food out in the garden. Fist he took out the sandwiches and then the cake but when he brought out the ice cream a great big bee was eating one of his sandwiches. Willy Wibble shouted at the bee and he flew away. He could see that a few sandwiches had bites taken out of them so being very clever he took a bite out of the other sandwiches to make them all the same. But they still didn't look right so willy Wibble took another little bite, and another and another until there were no sandwiches left. Never mind, my friends can have cake and ice cream. Willy Wibble went back inside to pour himself a glass of porridge juice because it was rather warm in the garden. When he came outside again his ice cream had started to melt. He had a brainwave, he got a straw and sucked up all the melted ice cream and kept sucking and sucking til there was none left. Never mind, my friends can have cake. He went back inside and as he went in it started to rain, and it rained and rained and rained. When it stopped all his friends came and Willy Wibble took them into the garden for some cake. Oh dear, the cake was all soggy but that didn't bother his friends they all enjoyed soggy porridge cake and had a great party.

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