Sunday, October 16, 2011

Dopey and Mischief

Three words: Cat, Mouse, Maha Chase
Word-giver: Panu



Hi, I am Spots. Spots the dog. Or Spots the double famous dog! Do you know my last two adventures with Pat the clever parrot and Dopey the crazy cat?

Spots, Dopey and Pat were sitting in a cave and chatting. Dopey was saying bye to Pat and Spots as they were participating in a dog and bird show. "Too bad cats aren't allowed" said Dopey. "Bye guys!" "We'll see you tomorrow" promised Spots. "Yup!" agreed Pat. And they left.



Dopey went home feeling sad and lonely. He sat down and began to fiddle with some string. "Maybe I'll go to my friend Bimbo's  house" he thought. But before he could get up there came a squeak. "There is a mouse in the house" screamed Dopey. "And I'm gonna get it!"



Dopey searched under the bed, on the table, in the fridge, behind the door but the mouse was nowhere to be found. "I was on your head the whole time!" said a voice suddenly. Dopey looked in the mirror and sure enough there was a little white  mouse sitting! "You rascal!" said Dopey. "You you- "Catch me if you can" chanted the mouse running towards the door. Dopey followed. The mouse ran through a bush while Dopey jumped over the bush. The mouse ran across the road and Dopey did the same.Soon the mouse was out of sight.



"Where are you?" demanded Dopey. 


"I'm here" said the mysterious mouse appearing from behind the tree.

Dopy caught hold of her tail but it wiggled and escaped quite easily. "That mouse has the guts to do anything!" though Dopey, but "I wont give up". So he started chasing the mouse again. They ran over mountains, across the lawns, and were soon panting. "Wow!" said Dopey, "this mouse gave me good exercise".

Suddenly Dopey saw a yellow stone lying on the ground. So he picked it up and examined it. As he turned it over in his hand, he got a sudden idea. "May be I should pretend that this is cheese, that should do it!" thought Dopey. "I have a surprise for you little mouse!" called out Dopey. "What is it?" called the mouse stopping. "Cheese!" replied Dopey. "Very funny, prove it!" said the mouse. Dopey showed her the stone. "Yummy!" screamed the mouse licking her lips. "Well come and get it" said Dopey. The mouse came running towards him. But before she could snatch the stone out of Dopey's hands, he caught hold of her.

"I finally caught you!" exclaimed Dopey. "I'm going to give you to Bimbo". But suddenly the mouse gave a jerk and escaped. "You really cheeky thing!" screamed Dopey. After an hour of chasing the mouse, Dopey gave up. He forgot about the mouse and looked forward to seeing Spots and Pat that evening. Finally, they came. "How are you?" squealed Dopey hugging his friends. "Did you win a prize?"

"Yup!" said Spots, "I got first prize in the cleverest dog race". Awesome exclaimed Dopey slapping Spots on the back. "And you?" he asked turning to Pat.

"Third place in the highest flying bird!" replied Pat. "What did you do when we weren't here?" she asked.

Dopey rolled his eyes and told them all about the mouse. There was a moment of silence. Then Pat and Spots burst out laughing. "What's s funny?" asked Dopey puzzled. "Do you mean to say that a little mouse spoiled your whole day?" laughed Spots wiping his eyes. "It's so funny" giggled Pat. Before they could start laughing again, there came a familiar squeak. 
"That's the mouse I'm talking about", said Dopey pointing at the little white mouse. "This time I'm sure he's going to get it".
"Wait" squeaked the mouse "can I be part of your group?"
Spots, Dopey, and Pat exchanged glances. 
"Sure" said kindhearted Pat at once.
"Thank you" said the mouse jumping up in joy.
"I am Dopey, and these are my friends Spots and Pat.We love adventures and mysteries" introduced Dopey.
"What's your name?" asked Spots.
"I'm Mischief, the mouse. I'm a great entertainer. I hope you can use me on your trips".
"Of course" said Dopey "you can irritate any guilty animal".
All three friends hugged, but not Dopey who went to put the yellow stone in his scrap book safely.





THE END

A walk with collective nouns




Once there lived a family of people in Mexico. There was Mr. Arthur the dad, Mrs. Claire the mom, Ginny the daughter, and William the son.

One day, the family took out their litter of puppies for a walk. Suddenly, Ginny's puppy gave a jerk and escaped from her hand. It had seen a brood of hens walking by. "Don't you want to see that herd of sweet cows?" Ginny called out to her puppy. But the puppy shook his head and went to see a pride of lions resting in the forest. One of the lions saw it peeking and chased it away. The puppy caught scared and unknowingly barged through a flock of sheep grazing.

"You could've held the leash tighter!" commented William thinking this was great entertainment. "Where's mom?" asked Ginny ignoring her pesky brother. "She's gone to watch a troop of dancers" replied Mr. Arthur. "Hey look! your puppy is tripping over that orchestra of musicians!" exclaimed William. "Come here, you naughty puppy" said Ginny firmly, "we're going home now". The puppy obeyed.

As they walked home, they spotted a stand of flamingoes. "Aren't these beautiful?" said Mrs. Claire as she took a picture of squabble of seagulls. "No! these are!" said William pointing to a murder of crows. When they reached home, Ginny's puppy ran up and down the flight of stairs, a pack of cards in his mouth. Ginny and William got a stack of books and wrote about all the collective nouns they had learned that day.

THE END