N's bad story -Today, after my bath, my mean sister, S, told Ummi that I was peeling my scabs, not picking, behind the bathroom door. But she told Ummi like this,"Ummi, you might not want me to tell you this."
Beneath is what I changed and me saying it.
My changes-I grinned nicely. "What?" Ummi asked curiously. "You'll think I'm a tattle-tale," nice me answered, which I am not of course. "Of what?" Ummi asked. "N was doing something behind the door," Sweet me said, shifting Little Bebe Zea'. "Like what?" Ummi asked, eyes wide. "Something that's serious," Cute me said. "Oh, now I know," Ummi said. See?

This is a better version of N's story about Sakwatoocheinah.