Donny is my little brother. He is a naughty boy.

"Why?"

Such was my naught brother.

"I threw it at a bird, and it went straight to the plate."

On Sunday morning Donny went into the yard and played with a dog. Sometimes a bird would come down to stay on the top of the dog's house. Then Donny threw a stone at it. Suddenly the little boy began crying. Mother ran to Donny and asked him what was wrong. He said, "I've broken sister's plate. She has beaten me."