Wooden Masterpiece

Generator sentence:: Jason didn’t understand why his parents wouldn’t let him sell his little sister at the garage sale.

It was early morning. It was still dark outside, which, on summer days, meant very early morning. Jason and Jackie were already playing hide and seek in the house. Quietly, as they did not want to wake up their parents.

"Jackie, you are cheating. I hear you skip numbers when you count."

"I can't count, Jason. I am only 4. So I say the numbers I know again and again."

"You better learn before Sunday, or I will sell you in the garage sale."

Later that morning, they walked to the park with their mum. Jackson liked to move, and Jackie liked to watch.

"Jackie, let's climb that tree. Race. 3rd branch from the bottom."

"Jason, I am too little to reach the first branch. It is unfair."

"You better learn to climb like a squirrel before Sunday, or I will sell you in the garage sale."

In the afternoons, their father took them to his wood workshop. He knew Jason liked to carve, and Jackie liked the smell of wooden blocks.

"Jackie, you cut me some of those birch shavings into long curly hair for my little puppet while I carve her a new hand. She lost them when we played hide and seek."

"Jason, I can't cut with the scissors. My hands are too small."

"You better learn to cut before Sunday, or I will sell you in the garage sale."

When Sunday came, Jason put his puppet on the table in front of the garage. The note read "15 cents".

"Jason, we are all still confused, upset and sad, but you should not sell the puppet. Jackie loved it. And it does look like her. A little masterpiece of yours."