Yesterday my daughter wrote a story, pictured here and translated below:
Once there was a car and it was clean and it was small. One day it went for a drive but it wasn’t looking where it was going and it got lost so it found a place to sleep. In the morning it started to look for its home but it just could not find its home. So that night it built a home and it had a good night sleep. The next morning it made some new friends and it missed its old friends. But it lived happily ever after. The End.