My family and I were heading out west to visit my uncle, and baby sit my little cousin. I was so delighted to see them again.
We  hoped inside the car, but not very long my annoying brother started  singing.  Terrible was the word to describe his singing. My brother was  so bad that I could have walked the whole way back, if I was a loud.
I  tried to ignore it by telling myself a story. “Once upon a time there  were three little pigs and 1 big bad wolf...” Half way through the story  I was tired so I stopped.
“I’m  hungry,  are you?” I asked my brother. I was hungry I was starving, I could have  eaten 3 Big Macs at this stage. Then I remembered that there was a fresh orange inside my  cousin’s bag, so I ate that instead.
At last we arrived at our destination. I ran outside gave my uncle and baby cousin a big hug.
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