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In the Woods (An Easy English Story): Part 2

Camera On

Yo, yo, yo! This is Andrew. Welcome to my YouTube channel, “In the Woods.” I have exciting news. Look at this!

When I was walking in the woods this morning, my dog Mo started barking. She ran into some mud.

I ran after her. I looked down, and there is a HUGE footprint. This is not a person’s footprint. It must be Bigfoot!

Good dog, Mo.

Mo has a strong nose, and she knows what Bigfoot smells like now.

We will catch him!

Come back to my YouTube channel to see more videos soon.

Camera Off

I made the footprint with my hands. It’s not really Bigfoot.

Many people want to see Bigfoot.

My YouTube channel only has two videos, but it has more than 1,000 followers.

Many followers write comments. They tell me, “I heard a noise in my barn last week! There was a huge footprint, too. My chickens are missing.” Or: “When I was hiking yesterday, something was following me. Was it Bigfoot?”

They really believe in Bigfoot.

I told my Aunt Susan about my YouTube channel. She helped to take care of me after my parents died. She is like my mother. Aunt Susan asked me, “Are you really going to make money with YouTube? YouTube is a good hobby, but you are 25. You need a real job.”

Aunt Susan cares about me, but she does not understand me. I don’t want a normal job. I want to be outside. I want to be creative.

I hope I can make money with this channel.

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In the Woods (An Easy English Story): Part 1

Camera On

Yo, yo, yo! This is Andrew. Welcome to my YouTube channel, “In the Woods.”

On this YouTube channel, I walk in the woods with my dog Mo. We’re looking for one thing: Bigfoot.

What is Bigfoot? Bigfoot is a giant, hairy monster. He lives in the mountains out here.

Some people say that he is fake, but he is real. Last week, Mo and I were walking in the woods. Mo started barking. I turned around, and I saw it: Bigfoot. He was eight feet tall. His eyes were yellow. He growled. Then he ran away.

I will find him and take a video of him.

Keep watching “In the Woods” to see the real Bigfoot.

Camera Off

My name is Andrew. I don’t think Bigfoot is real.

People like stories. And I like to tell stories.

I don’t have a job. My friend makes money on YouTube. Maybe I can make money on YouTube, too.

I live in Arkansas. There is a lot of nature here. I can take good videos.

How can I make a fake Bigfoot for my videos?

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Love in 1860 (An Easy English Story): Part 10

October 22, 1869

Dear Grace,

This is David.

Last month, we were walking in the woods with Theodore. You wanted to see New York City from the top of the mountain. You ran in front of us. A rock broke, and you fell down a steep hill.

Theodore and I searched for you for many hours. We came back the next day. And the next day. But we could not find you.

Yesterday, I found a box. There were many letters in it. The letters were yours.

My beautiful Grace. I did not know that you came from 2025. You were so lonely here at first. Why didn’t you tell me?

You came here after you hit your head. Did you hit your head again? Did you go back to 2025? Are you in Boston? Can you see your mother?

If you are in 2025, I hope you can find this letter.

I miss you every day. I miss your smile. I miss your strong laugh. I miss doing jigsaw puzzles with you in the evenings. I miss fighting with you about chores. I miss holding you at night.

Theodore smiles like you. He is a great writer like you.

I will love you forever. Please be happy, Grace.

Yours forever,
David Wilson

-THE END-

Love in 1860 (An Easy English Story): Part 9

March 26, 1864

Dear reader,

I did not write for a long time. I have a lot to tell you!

David and I have a son. His name is Theodore. It means “gift from God.” He is one year old today. His eyes are green like David’s. He has dark curly hair like me.

David works for a furniture store. He makes more money than he did in Virginia. The owner of the store wants to give the store to David in the future.

We have a good life.

I work for a newspaper. It is called The National Anti-Slavery Standard. We write that everyone should be equal. Now, the North and the South are fighting about slavery. This is called the Civil War. I know that the Civil War will end in 1865. But I want to help end slavery. I feel helpful. I feel powerful.

After work, David, Elizabeth, Theodore, and I eat dinner together in our small apartment. We can see the sunset from our window. New York is beautiful.

I sometimes think about my mom in 2025. I hope that she is doing well. I miss her deeply.

But I am happy here. There are many hard things. But I have David. I have Theodore. I have Elizabeth. I have many friends. I have a job that I love.

It is not important to tell David about 2025. I only want to think about my life in the 1860s with him.

I thank God every day for this life.

Yours truly,
Grace Wilson

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Love in 1860 (An Easy English Story): Part 8

July 15, 1861

Dear reader,

One year ago, I met David. Today, we got married.

I thought that New York City was better than Virginia. It is better because there are no slaves. But some people are still not kind. Many people think that black and white people should not get married. Many people think that David and I are wrong.

But we got married anyway.

David, Elizabeth, and I are living in a small apartment in Manhattan. There are many Quakers here. Quakers believe black and white people are equal. We got married in a Quaker church this morning.

It was beautiful.

We don’t have much money, so I could not buy a dress. But our neighbor, Sarah, gave me her old wedding dress. The church had many white and red roses. The Quakers put them there.

David and I walked to the front of the church together. He held my hands and said, “I will love you forever.” His hands were warm, and they were shaking. His green eyes were wet. He told me again, “Grace, I will love you forever. Even if people hate us, I will love you. Even if we have to move again, I will love you. Even if you lose your memory again, I will love you.”

He pulled me close to him and kissed me. Everyone in the church was crying. Many couples in the church were black and white like us. They saw the future of our country. A future where anyone can love anyone.

Do I tell my husband that I am from that future?

Yours truly,
Grace Wilson

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Love in 1860 (An Easy English Story): Part 7

April 19, 1861

Dear reader,

I am writing this on the train. David, Elizabeth, and I are going to New York.

When we got to the train station, the station worker stopped me. “What do you think you’re doing? Blacks sit in the back car.”

Before I could speak, Elizabeth tapped the man on the shoulder. She was not looking at him. “I need her with me. I can’t see, so I need her to help me move around,” Elizabeth lied. She held my wrist.

The man frowned and looked at me. “Don’t touch anything. And don’t look at me.”

I wanted to say, “You’re ugly, so I am happy not to look at you” but David quickly led us inside the train.

I must sit on the floor of the train next to Elizabeth. I cannot sit on a seat.

A woman walked by and said, “Look at this smart little black girl. She is writing all by herself!” She talked to me like I was a baby. Then she looked at Elizabeth. “It is too bad. A slave should work in the field.”

My face turned red. Elizabeth did not say anything. She just stared at the seat in front of her. I knew I should not say anything. I should not even look at the woman.

The woman started walking down the aisle. Her long blue skirt hit my face.

I wanted to cry. I wanted to scream. But we will be in New York in about seven hours. Then I can scream.

David was sitting in front of me and Elizabeth. He dropped a small piece of paper behind his seat. I opened it.

Inside was a small heart.

I hope things will be better in New York.

Yours truly,
Grace Miller

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