I recently found this gem in a scrapbook belonging to my husband.
I suspect he was six or seven years of age when he wrote it, at school.
Translation [with spelling corrections]:
Once there was an unhappy day. It was my brother's birthday. Because he always gets the good stuff. I only get clothes and cake. I have a mean, mean brother. He always scares me in the morning. I am going to beat him up tonight, of course. The End
Happy Birthday, Mr.4444!!!
[Sure am glad I got you some "good stuff" this year.]