We went to place where there were people who were dressed funny and talked funny (Plimouth Plantation). They talked kind of like my uncle Steven. I was really just interested in the animals. They had some chickens and sheep and a big bull with horns.
*Yeah, this is one politically correct blog for a 3 year old. No offensive labels here.
These chickens came right by us and Daddy snapped a picture.
They had a boat with these paddle things (in the native village).
And there was a guy who was making mud and stepping in it in his feet with no shoes on. I saw a boy helping him so I asked to help him too. I took off my shoes and stomped in the mud. He was making the mud to put on his house. I never seen Daddy put mud on our house. He was a nice man though.
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