Dear Grand-Pa Wise,
How are you? I am well. I wanted to write you a letter; I am grounded. The kids at school were making fun of my hair, so I put paste on Sally McFarkle’s long brown hair. Her friend laughed, so I got in trouble. I apologized to Sally, still got sent to the office. Hence, no chess today. I am supposed to be cleaning my room, right now. I cleaned it a while ago.
I wanted to write you, however I did not know what to say. You always answer my questions; for that I am grateful. I am working on my book, “The Golden Dragon”. I write about three pages a day before I go to bed. I would much rather read; I read to write better. I am describing an adventure of a man sent to slay a terrible man-eating dragon that does not even accept payment for nonviolence.
At any rate, what did I come up with for inspiration? Was it a photo? No, it was not a photo… it was page 29 of my spelling dictionary from the Oxford press. I was going to write you a poem: “About a Beach,” The wind blew, the woman knew, and the man saw no dead fishes. “Beach” was the first word I saw.
Another word was more inspirational, however. Have you ever heard of the word, “Bedeck?” I had not. What do you think it means? Here is a hint; I will use it in a sentence. The mother of the young prodigy decided to bedeck her Christmas tree. Here is another one. The wife from India was bedecked with gold and sapphires. Here is one last sentence; I think you may have already guessed the meaning of bedeck. How was the 4th place Olympic Finnish swimmer bedecked? His team gave him a green honorable mention ribbon.
You may have guessed it, bedeck means to adorn. Well, I must conclude this letter. I am going to do some reading. I missed seeing you today. I look forward to our next lesson in chess. I love you grand-pa; please, tell grand-ma I said, “Hello.”