A Story about a Little White Lamb

One day when I was about two or three, I was collecting toys in my bedroom; the stack was passed my head. Then when I was looking on the ground, I picked up this little white lamb and put it on my stack. While I was on my way to the computer room, toys on the stack started falling off, so I picked them up. Once I got to the computer room, I dropped all the toys. Then I started picking up, toy by toy, bringing it back to my bedroom. Then I found my dad, and I told him a little story about my lamb. The end.