Parker

    In summer I lost my rusty brown key to my black and yellow lock in my car.

    “Where’s my key,” I said.

    “Maybe it’s in your house,” Jacy said.

    They looked in his house for two hours.

    “Maybe it’s in your car, oh yeah that’s the key you were talking about,” Jacy said.

    “I’m really good at pick locking with a hangar,” I said.

    He tried and tried until he finally picked it free.

    “I did it,” I said.

    They searched the car and found the key.

The end