Mary saw the little red robin and decided to follow it. She ran and played with the little bird, when she found something peculiar laying on the ground. A key, to where though? Mary ran through the halls of the house, trying almost all of the doors (the house was simply too big for all of them). Finally, while trying the key, she spotted a locked gate outside. “That just has to be it!” she exclaimed! Mary dashed outside and tried to lock. It worked!

 

 

A rewrite done by me, of The Secret Garden, written originally by Frances Hodgson Burnett