Absolutely verbatim, spellings, random capitalisation and all, here is a story I wrote when I was six. It’s in an envelope which has far more recently been labelled, ‘Jenny’s Quest To Find The Golden Gruffle’, and here it is:
Jenny went for a walk and she met a magician. He ask her to find the Golden Gruffle.
She went home and got somethings. The she set off. (Ed: I suspect author here was being lazy rather than just dim).
Jenny then began her quest.
She had to travel over seas, mointains, right to the other side of the world.
She yousuly camped the nihgt. But sometimes she found a good hotel.
the goldan gruffle
90 miles to go Phew she could walk 90 miles a day! (I remember genuinely thinking that this seemed feasible).
Jenny had gone a long way
she had got the Golden gruffle. then she went home. but this time it was difirent with the Golden gruffle.
goodbye The End.
To be honest this isn’t quite as much of a classic as Whirlpool World, but that’s all the way downstairs, so you’ll have to wait.