When either one of us is sent somewhere, we go together.
I went with Chuma.
I wanted to play too.
The goal posts were made of two big stones.
My friends were not able to score any goals.
Chuma shouted, "Stop crying. You wanted to play first."
We were very dirty and worried.
The first question she asked us was, "Where were you all this time?"
She warned, "You should never go to play without permission."
Later on, we cleaned ourselves.
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