Dear Mr. Prime Minister,
My dad told me about our pierogi parliament. I am glad you like pierogis just like me. My grandmother makes them very well. But she wishes you had not closed the house to make pierogis too. Hers, I bet are the best, maybe better than yours even. My grandmum tells me that you pierogied our parliament , which is an important place for the people to be represented, and where their problems can be heard and not a good place to make pierogis.
She came from a land far way called Russia; there you can get lots of them. There they had a king called a "Czar" and big palaces with great power too; and the she told me, how his people got really mad one day with the Czar and then caught him and took him and his whole family to the woods and they never came back to the palace and nobody ever saw them again. After this there was a bald man who came to lead the people, and then another man got rid of him with a moustache. Do you know this man? He was maybe like you, also a great leader of his people. My dad is not happy that you pierogied our parliament. Why did you do it? We need our house to stay open. To keep our big country going and making our lives better. Our soldiers are fighting the bad guys in Afganistan now too, but our house in Ottawa is pierogied .
Mr. P.M. why don’t you want our house to open? I wish I could have a long holiday, and not have to go to school . Then I could stay and play at home all day and eat my gandmother's pierogis . But our school re-opened , and we couldn't pierogi it or keep it closed like you did to our house in Ottawa.
Why do you pierogi the parliament so often? Is it bothering you like the fat girl sitting next to me in class, who keeps making fun of me when I pick my nose too much? My dad told me when he was small like me, his whole class went to visit parliament on a field -day when he was my age (13) . He told me, how his whole class sat in the public gallery and a nice man explained how stuff works in the house. How each side gets a chance to question the other side, and this is good for our country. My dad and all his class-mates even got to meet and shake hands with the prime minister, who represented them in the house. I don’t know his name (it sounds French to me and his last name starts with a T ) but he was a very wise man and was respected lots. My dad called him a “statesman”; this is a word my father taught me today. How come no body uses this word when they talk about you ?
Anyway, my father said we will go to the games and see you there maybe and cheer for our curing team. I can’t wait. We all can’t wait to win all the gold medals. You will be happy when we win them all, won’t you? Maybe when the games are over, you can go back to the house in Ottawa and eat some pierogis there. My grandmother can make some for you if you like. But don’t eat too many, they will make you fat, and you won’t like that. So please don't pierogi too much!
Your little friend,
Josh
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