The Medallion Blog Archive on October 31, 2009, 8:00

by Pal’s Pal, age 11

“Wow!” I said, staring in awe at the copper medallion I had just found in the antique shop. It reminded me of my horse, Shimmer’s, beautiful, glossy copper colored coat.

I looked at the price tag — five dollars. I dug in my pocket for the ten I always carried. Pulling the crinkled bill out of my pocket, I grabbed the medallion and headed to the cash register.

“Is that all for you?” the man at the register asked. I nodded. “Here’s your change little lady,” he said, handing me a five and the medallion.

“Thank you,”

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