This is a story my grandson started one afternoon while I was babysitting. Grandmaul, (he said in his unique and natural drawl), there ARE Gypsies in West Laugh-A-et, Indiana, he suddenly proclaimed seemingly out of nowhere. Really Eli, so tell me about them. And, so our story began. We hope that all the little Gypsies in your life enjoy the story. In the writing of this story I hope to encourage friendships, storytelling, camp fires, star gazing, and camel riding! May the adventure begin.
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This is a story my grandson started one afternoon while I was babysitting. Grandmaul, (he said in his unique and natural drawl), there ARE Gypsies in West Laugh-A-et, Indiana, he suddenly proclaimed seemingly out of nowhere. Really Eli, so tell me about them. And, so our story began. We hope that all the little Gypsies in your life enjoy the story. In the writing of this story I hope to encourage friendships, storytelling, camp fires, star gazing, and camel riding! May the adventure begin.
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