Platypus and Wombat's Second Day

Draft 1

One winter morning Wombat was outside playing in the snow. He could feel snowflakes falling on his hands. Wombat shivered. His hands turned red so he went inside to put on his gloves. There he saw platypus. "Hi! May I have a cup of hot cocoa?" said Wombat.

"Sure!" said Platypus.

As they waddled towards the kitchen, Wombat saw steam coming out of the oven and smelled cinnamon apple-pie. Wombat wanted all the cinnamon apple-pie that was actually for Platypus.
They got into an argument because Platypus gave Wombat just a little bit.

Draft 2

One winter morning Wombat was outside playing in the snow. He could feel snowflakes falling on his hands. He was freezing. He saw grey clouds and snow falling down faster and faster.  His hands turned red so he jumped inside to put on his gloves. THUD! Wombat made a loud noise. There he spotted platypus sitting on a couch and napping. 

Platypus was startled and woke up. "Who is it?" he asked in a loud, squeaky voice.

"Hi! May I have a cup of hot cocoa?" shivered Wombat. 

"Sure!" said platypus and waddled towards the kitchen. Wombat saw steam coming out of the oven and smelled cinnamon apple-pie.

Platypus said, "May I give you a little bit?"

Wombat said, "No. I want all of it."

They got into an argument. Wombat was screaming. 

"Sorry, I can't give you any more," said Platypus, in a squeaky voice. 


Draft 3

One winter morning Wombat was outside playing in the snow. He was throwing snowballs at a snowman he made. He made snow angles. He could feel snowflakes falling on his hands. He shivered and crossed his arms. He saw gray clouds and snow falling down faster and faster.  He was freezing. His hands turned red so he jumped inside his house to put on his gloves. THUD! Wombat made a loud noise. There he spotted platypus sitting on a couch and napping. 

The loud noise woke up Platypus. Platypus was startled. He rubbed his eyes and stretched his arms. "Who is it?" he asked in a loud, squeaky voice.  

"Hi! May I have a cup of hot cocoa?" shivered Wombat. 

"Sure!" said platypus and waddled towards the kitchen. Wombat saw steam coming out of the oven and smelled cinnamon apple-pie. "Mmm.. I smell some cinnamon apple-pie." 

Platypus said, "May I give you a little bit?"

Wombat said, "No. I want all of it."

They got into an argument. Wombat was screaming. He flung his arms down and then put them on his hips. He stomped his feet.

"Sorry, I can't give you any more," said Platypus, in a squeaky voice. "Wombat it's not nice to scream at other people." Platypus crossed his arms and looked sternly at Wombat.

Wombat felt sad because Platypus crossed his arms and looked sternly at him. He looked down at the ground. He knotted his fingers. "I'm sorry I behaved bad," he said, feeling ashamed.  

Platypus said, "it's okay" and he gave some hot cocoa to Wombat. He cuts a slice of cinnamon apple pie for Wombat and they became friends again.