If you can't read that, or don't want to try to read that awkward, large, double lined elementary school print, I've typed it up below. I have to pat myself on the back for resisting the urge to add commentary throughout.
The Wood Man
There once was a man who lived in Northern Canada. His name was Mr. Smage. He lived in a cabin with his wife and children, Lisa and Marie.
Every day he would travel to the city and walk around with his mule and cart selling wood. People would buy his wood for a good price.
One day a man called to him from a shack on an empty lot. Her said he would buy enough wood to build a small house.
Mr. Smage took the offer. The man called out as he was leaving that Mr. Smage would have to bring it by himself. Usually he would hire a poor family to take the wood to the People who bought them.
"Why would a person who lived in a shack have enough money to buy such beautiful wood?" Mr. Smage wondered. But he went home and began cutting the pieces the man from the shack needed. After 3 days he loaded it all up in his cart and told his mule to go. He told Zerrell to go again. Zerrell was the name of the mule. He pulled and pulled but he couldn't pull such a heavy load. So Mr. Smage went to his barn to get another mule named Darrell. He hitched Darrell up to the cart. Darrell and Zarrell pulled the cart back to the man's shack.
He got the wood and went up to the door and knocked. He tried to knock. His hand went right through the door. When he was up that close he could see right through the broken down shack.
Some neighbors said they heard a yell and they say they heard wheels creaking down the road. Nobody ever saw the wood man again. The people who live there now say at night, they hear the creaking of old cart wheels passing the empty lot where the shack once stood. And they still tell stories of the Ghost and Mr. Smage.
The End!
Well, are you scared?! If you're anything like me, you are now scared - scared that you are going to pee your pants laughing or perhaps have your eyes get stuck facing the back of your head from excessive eye rolling. Darrell and Zarrell? Lisa and Marie (holla!)? The Ghost and Mr. Smage? Gee whiz... I can't tell whether I was "creative" or crazy!
