He was
only little, but my brother loved to run. We chased each other around the park,
laughing excitedly. Then, "OH NO!" my poor little brother ran into
the middle of a cricket game. You guessed it. Whack! The bat collided with his
head.
I
sprinted him back to my dad with him holding my hand. My dad grabbed my spare
top and covered the blood rushing crack.
by Devon
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