Book reading experience - wishing chair by Enid Blyton


My experience - Wishing chair by Enid Blyton

The book was so grand, that I started crying

I loved the part where the wishing chair went flying.

The book was so fun I wanted to read all day long; 

I bursted out laughing when the green enchanter sang a song 

I was so deep in the book I could not hear my parents shouting, 

Molly and Peter got excited every time when they saw the chair's wings sprouting 

When I finished the book I started to sway, 

you would never want to get into witch green eyes way!!!

Love Saanvi

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