Billy is twelve years old, and his sister is fifteen. It was 
Saturday yesterday, and Billy's father gave him fifty pence. 
There is a big tree in Billy's garden, and he climbed it and sat 
in it. He likes that place in the tree very much. 
Then Billy looked at his fifty pence and said, "I'm going to 
go to the market tomorrow on my bicycle, and I'm going to buy 
some seeds with this money. Then I'm going to plant them 
under this tree. I'm going to have a lot of flowers and [bad word] and 
plants, and I'm going to sell them. 
"lot of people are going [bad word] to my garden every day, 
and they're going to buy my nice flowers and [bad word] and plants, 
and in the end I'm really going to have a lot of money. Then 
I'm going to grow up and go to university, and I'm going to 
be a doctor. 
"Then my sister [bad word] to me and say, 'Doctor, Doctor, 
I've broken my left arm! Please help me!' And I'm going to set 
her arm." 
The sky was blue, the weather was hot, and Billy was tired 
after that, so he went to sleep in the tree. But then he fell out 
of the tree and broke his left arm. His mother took him to the 
doctor, and she set it.