Happy pappy the cat
There once lived a cat that always played with his string. When we bring the party the cat got a pat on his back. His owner bought him a ball for his pals. He loves his mom and his dad more than ever. Then he went to the palace for the dance. Lance is the cat’s name.
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Friday, March 19, 2010
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Thursday, March 4, 2010
Poem: Monkeys in a Barrel
Monkeys in a barrel
We all know monkeys
But what about monkeys in a barrel
If they can roll so can we
Unlike humans monkeys are stupid
That doesn’t know how to think
The monkey likes to roll in his barrel
Just like me
We all know monkeys
But what about monkeys in a barrel
If they can roll so can we
Unlike humans monkeys are stupid
That doesn’t know how to think
The monkey likes to roll in his barrel
Just like me
Friday, February 26, 2010
Poem: The Goat and His Boat
The goat and his boat
There once was a goat that had a boat
Then one day he saw a cat
He asked the cat do you want to ride in my boat
The cat said only if you play with me and Mr. Bat.
So off they went into the sea
Then they saw a shark that likes to bark.
The shark said hi my name’s Mr. Dee
Then a huge wave hit
They all went overboard
And then Dee ate all of them.
There once was a goat that had a boat
Then one day he saw a cat
He asked the cat do you want to ride in my boat
The cat said only if you play with me and Mr. Bat.
So off they went into the sea
Then they saw a shark that likes to bark.
The shark said hi my name’s Mr. Dee
Then a huge wave hit
They all went overboard
And then Dee ate all of them.
Friday, October 2, 2009
Personal Narrative
Tick tick. I remember waking up in the hospital with blood on my face. My friend was standing next to. All I no was that I and he were sending cars down a metal pipe.
I and he were sending a monster truck down. It got stuck in the middle of the pipe so he picked up the pipe and it hit the side of my head and I fell of the side of the slide. He said that when I got hit in the head and it knocked me off of the side. When I hit the ground I hit my head on side of the sand-box and it knocked me out. I think that is what messed up my sight in my left eye. I think we learned not to send cars down a pipe. I was going to get stitches instead I got it glued back together.
About five years later I moved to Centerville I lived there for two years then we moved again. The second time we moved we moved to Kaysvile.
From the day we moved we had problems with injuries.
The last time I went to the hospital was 8-14-2009.
My mom and dad told me that it was not my fault or my friend that it was not our fault that this happened to me. I told that I had the idea of sending the cars down the pipe. The people in the hospital asked me questions like did our parents do this to you I told them no. Then they ask me if my friend had physically got in a fight or abused me so I told them that we were sending cars down a pipe and one car got stuck and he lifted the pipe up and it hit me in the head. I told them that’s all I could remember from the incident.
My dad wanted me to get the extra glue off my eye lashes.
At this time I was in kindergarten. So me and my parents took me back to the hospital. We got the rest the glue removed off of my eyelashes about two weeks later my eyelashes grew all the way back.
The conclusion to my paper is that you never want to send toy cars down a big conduit pipe. But if you do be on alert that if you get hurt it is your own fault. I think I’ve leaned my lesson and I will not mess around with pipes again. The bad thing is that I am addicted to weapons and I use conduit pipes as swords I have gotten close to hitting people with the pipes. I almost hit my friend with it. He and I put foam around the pipe. So we could make it not hurt when it hit you. I will never send cars down a conduit pipe.
This is all that happened.
I and he were sending a monster truck down. It got stuck in the middle of the pipe so he picked up the pipe and it hit the side of my head and I fell of the side of the slide. He said that when I got hit in the head and it knocked me off of the side. When I hit the ground I hit my head on side of the sand-box and it knocked me out. I think that is what messed up my sight in my left eye. I think we learned not to send cars down a pipe. I was going to get stitches instead I got it glued back together.
About five years later I moved to Centerville I lived there for two years then we moved again. The second time we moved we moved to Kaysvile.
From the day we moved we had problems with injuries.
The last time I went to the hospital was 8-14-2009.
My mom and dad told me that it was not my fault or my friend that it was not our fault that this happened to me. I told that I had the idea of sending the cars down the pipe. The people in the hospital asked me questions like did our parents do this to you I told them no. Then they ask me if my friend had physically got in a fight or abused me so I told them that we were sending cars down a pipe and one car got stuck and he lifted the pipe up and it hit me in the head. I told them that’s all I could remember from the incident.
My dad wanted me to get the extra glue off my eye lashes.
At this time I was in kindergarten. So me and my parents took me back to the hospital. We got the rest the glue removed off of my eyelashes about two weeks later my eyelashes grew all the way back.
The conclusion to my paper is that you never want to send toy cars down a big conduit pipe. But if you do be on alert that if you get hurt it is your own fault. I think I’ve leaned my lesson and I will not mess around with pipes again. The bad thing is that I am addicted to weapons and I use conduit pipes as swords I have gotten close to hitting people with the pipes. I almost hit my friend with it. He and I put foam around the pipe. So we could make it not hurt when it hit you. I will never send cars down a conduit pipe.
This is all that happened.
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