Rubbing Off

Yesterday afternoon, my brother came up to me with a bright and excited look on his face. "Look, Morynn! I wrote a story." He handed me the papers which his story was written on. I smiled. "That's awesome. You like writing stories, too?"
"Yeah! You gonna read it?"
"Of course I am! I'm a little busy right now so I'll read it later, kay?"
"Oh. Okay."

This morning I pulled out his story and read it. He named it, "The Poem". It's about a Nazi doctor who had to decode a poem in a lost language. What does it say? What does it mean? What is Hitler going to do with its message? It's a wonderful story written by an eleven year old boy who happens to my brother. So I decided to put it on this blog. :) Enjoy reading! (the link is below)

The Poem