This story is written in the way I think Charles Dickens would write it. The original story is Mary Had a Little Lamb, which goes like this:

Here is the story as Charles Dickens would have written it. His style is that he using a lot of description and advanced vocabulary. You may want to have a dictionary when you read this story!

    Mary, whose real name was Marion, being named after her mother and grandmother,  was subject to being ridiculed by certain temperstuous ruffians at school due to an amiable pet lamb whom Mary had saved from a nociceotive death several years ago. The lamb, being a partial paralytic, and being languorous in nature, and having been crippled since birth, always caused Mary to ambulate tediously or bear the lamb upon her shoulder. Being a beneficent youth, Mary usually capitulated to do the latter, so therefore her limbs were uncommonly strong for a person with her femininity.
    The wolly lamb, being forbidden from going to school with Mary, spent the long days in the pasture pining for her mistress, for Mary's mother would not sanction the lamb's presence in the domicile. Mary too, at her studies, had difficulty focusing on her monotonous school lessons. Because she couldn't concentrate, Mary received poor grades, and therefore was considered by the whole society to be a dimwit and in all ways fatuous and common as sod.
    Now on one particular day, the lamb made a determination that she destested being abandoned, and being as allegiant as a coddled creature may be, vehemently yearned to be with her mistress. So when Mary, dilatory as usual, came bounding up to bid her pet a sweet farewell, the lamb simly propelled herself under the dilapidated fence and trailed Mary to school.
    Now there was a certain boy, by the appellation of Thaddeus, who was customarily quite contemptous of Mary. Thaddeus, being the son of an affluent entrepreneur, and being not devoid of looks or charisma, had somehow managed to mislay his generally apposite etiquette whenever he beheld Mary. This circumstance was no preternatural incident was he eyed her strolling convivially down the concourse on her route to school; swinging her lunch pail circuitously about her and gyrating like a tornado.
    "Oh little Marion!" Thaddeus smirked as he sauntered over. "How is my impoverished acquaintence today?" He inquired sarcastically.
    " I'm fine, Thaddeus," Mary riposted demurely, instantly becoming greatly intrigued by a tuft of grass proximal to her foot. Like the majority of the girls, Mary thought very eminently of Thaddeus in his apperance because, as I mentioned earlier, he is exceptionally handsome. Nearly all of the girls in town tittered desirously or beamed when he strutted by glanced at them. "How about you?" Mary ventured to stutter gingerly.
    "Fine just excellent," He retorted. "How are things in the impercunious district of town? Oh, I do hope the free bread they distribute this time isn't as mephitic or vapid as last week." He gloated, scrutinizing the crowd that was convocating. By this time, they had reached the schoolyard and multitudinous people had assembled once more the watch the almost daily ritual of Thaddeus harassing Mary, which was most certainly not an uncommon sight.
    "Ding!!!" The peal of the ancient bell rang distinctly through the air. The students turned and advanced to the schoolhouse like a regiment, because their pedagogue demanded order and impeccably good comportment and performance.
    Through all this the lamb had sat silently by the entrance, so when Mary, last again, meandered up the ascending stairs into class, the lamb paraded in behind her, limping more clumsily than ever, for the attenuated trapse had weakened her profoundly. When Mary sat in her banquette, the lamb leaped arduously up onto her lap, using all of her strength, exhausted from the perilous journey. Mary, being afraid of being taunted or thrown-out on account of the lamb, tried to hide the creature in her escritoire. Unfortunately, the lamb, enervated as she was, bleated in protestation, which drew all attention of Mary and caused the professer, Mr. Victreen, to make his way over to Mary's retable.
    Mr. Victreen was as austere and intimidating a teacher as there ever was. He had perfectly cut black hair, little eyes that bulged out whenever one of his nerves was prodded by a pestering student, and an opinion that all children need a good slap every few days or so. Because of this abominishable theory, Mr. Victreen carried a wide wooden ruler, which he utilized on his especially disobedient children.
    At this certain time, when Mr. Victreen was approximating Mary's desk that is, he was in a remarkably foul disposition, and consequently petrified Mary out of her wits and caused her stomach to grow queasy as if an immense monstrosity was attacking her; all the while Mr. Victreen was gawking at the lamb and kept on opening his mouth and then closing it like a fish, in agitated shock at seeing a plantation animal in hisschool, especially one that was napping cozily in his docent, Mary's, lap. Then, as if a volcano had erupted, Mr. Victreen's face metamorphose to the hue of blood, and his vehemence boiled over as his eyes bugged well-nigh out of his cranium, so that the only two words he could accomplish through clenched teeth and pursed lips were, "GET......OUT!!!"
    Mary, being more adroit than was prevalently appraised, and knowing perfectly well what would happen if she tarried, and not thinking the mental image too affable, up and hastened like Mephistopheles was at her heels.
    Her mother, not being too elated with Mary's demeanor, worked herself up into a frenzy when she laid eyes on Mary and heard her story. "That is the most utterly preposterous yarn I have ever perceived, and furthermore, you shall be sent off to boarding school contiguously; whereas the lamb will not go with you or follow you!" Mary's mother bellowed, her cheeks getting flushed from all the screeching being promulgated from her lungs.
    So Mary, having been sent to her chamber, and being a decorous child, fated not to flee as most juveniles would, but endure boarding school in the best way she could, aching to be with her diminutive lamb the undiminished duration she was absent from her agrarian home. The lamb, generally being an agreeable lamb, complied enfin to Mary's mother's inclination for the creature to remain in the meadow; even though she would brood for her mistress every waking hour and dream about her every twilight prior to Mary's return.