tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-41875143088895416692024-03-14T06:56:33.068-04:00Tiger Monkey Forest (Stories on 3 words)Give me 3 words and I will write a story that includes them.Pratya P ツhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18177340705025726010noreply@blogger.comBlogger84125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4187514308889541669.post-55317105574593798882016-06-13T15:52:00.002-04:002016-06-13T15:52:57.731-04:00<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Pratya P ツhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18177340705025726010noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4187514308889541669.post-58716984861992974432014-06-30T21:08:00.001-04:002014-06-30T21:12:04.673-04:00Title: The Wishing Willow Tree<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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I was roaming around in the jungle,</div>
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when someone landed right beside me,</div>
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A cheeky fairy with a wand in hand,</div>
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and in the next moment I was a willow tree.</div>
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From then on, I stood there in the jungle,</div>
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as my branches grew old day by day,</div>
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I watched the predators, preys and plants,</div>
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and the village children coming out to play.</div>
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Then one fine day as I stood there,</div>
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the wind blowing, making my leaves sway,</div>
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A little girl no older than six,</div>
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walked up crying in loud dismay.</div>
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She wrapped her arms around my thick trunk,</div>
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and said, "I want a goat really badly!"</div>
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Then a goat walked up, she erupted with joy,</div>
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From then on, I was the wishing willow tree.</div>
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Parents would pour out all their troubles,</div>
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and children would excitedly run up to me,</div>
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So when I find myself in depression or regret,</div>
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I think of myself as the wishing willow tree.</div>
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Pratya P ツhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18177340705025726010noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4187514308889541669.post-71164407604533172032014-06-13T22:17:00.000-04:002014-06-13T22:20:17.158-04:00 There’s a WHAT in the shed?!<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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“Look, Lizzie” sighed Mrs.Andrews, setting her cup down on the table. “I know this is hard for you, but we have to give Tiger away”.</div>
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“Mom, why?” protested Lizzie angrily. “He’s such a sweet cat and we’ve had him ever since he was a little kitten.”</div>
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Mrs.Andrews raised her eyebrows. “A ‘<i>sweet’</i> cat who tore my curtains, spilt milk on the carpet, and ransacked the fridge!”</div>
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Mrs.Andrews just sighed and shook her head at her 10 year old daughter. Just then, the doorbell rang and Mrs.Andrews got up to answer the door.</div>
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“Who is it, mom?” asked Lizzie, following her. Standing at the doorway was a man. He was quite young with closely cropped red hair and glasses.</div>
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Lizzie looked at her mom inquiringly. </div>
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“Lizzie,” said her mom taking a deep breath. “This is Mr.Tyler and he’s going to buy Tiger.”</div>
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Lizzie stared at her mom. ”No way!” she screamed, stamping her foot and not caring who was watching her. “I’m not leaving Tiger with this man!” “Never!”.</div>
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“Lizzie” said Mrs.Andrews, exasperated. “Go and get Tiger”. “Now”. She shot her daughter a warning glance. </div>
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Lizzie glared back stubbornly. “No”. She barged past Mr.Tyler and ran outside, sobbing loudly. She could hear her mother calling after her, but didn’t care. All that mattered now was her beloved cat.</div>
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Her beloved cat which was going to be given away. Lizzie sniffled and ran in the direction of the woods. The woods were the only place that could comfort her. Something about that dark deep feeling in the forest always made Lizzie feel good after she had flown into one of her usual rages. She usually came with Tiger. No one else. Lizzie wasn’t the type of person who liked to make friends with people.</div>
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But it wasn’t like people liked her that much either. Lizzie wiped the tears from her cheek and sat down in her favourite part of the jungle. Under the banyan tree.</div>
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She rested her head in her knees, crying. Suddenly she heard a noise. It was a soft growl. Lizzie jumped and looked around.</div>
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Standing right in front of her and looking up at her with big brown eyes was a lion cub. And it was the cutest thing she had ever seen.</div>
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Lizzie couldn’t help it, she reached out to pet it not caring if it was tame or not. “Where’d you come from, little one?”</div>
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The cub just nuzzled her hand in reply. “Aww”. Lizzie picked up the cub and cuddled it. “You’re tame”.</div>
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She looked around with the cub in her lap, wondering if he was someone’s pet or had run away from a circus or something. “I guess I’ll take him home and see what I’ll do with him, I don’t want to leave him in the wild all alone,” she thought as she she looked at the little cub purring on her lap. </div>
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“Okay c’mon little one, I’m taking you home”. She picked it up and set off in the direction towards her house. She reached and almost rang the doorbell when a thought hit her. What would her parents say? They’d just given away a cat and Lizzie had come back with even worse - a lion cub?! Lizzie thought about leaving the cub back in the wild but she didn’t have the heart too. Plus, the cub had become quite attached to her and was playing around in her arms and tangling up its paws in Lizzie’s shoulder length brown curly hair. Lizzie set it down, wondering what to do with it. Then, she caught glimpse of the small shed behind her house and had a brilliant idea. Lizzie took the cub to the shed. The shed was messy and dusty as no one really used it and didn’t bother to clean it. There were a few rugs, empty bottles and some of Lizzie’s supplies. Lizzie looked around and then set to work. She grabbed an old broom and swept through the whole shed while the cub sat and watched her, licking her feet now and then. After sometime she had made it a perfect habitat for the lion. All the unnecessary stuff had been removed and she had kept a bowl and a few rugs for it to sleep on. “There, all done” said Lizzie as she stepped back to admire her work. Then she knelt down and looked at the cub. “Hmm, what should I name you?” “How about.. Leo?” The lion licked her hand in response and that’s when the name stuck. Leo the lion cub. </div>
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Days passed by and the lion and its little mistress grew even more fond of each other. Lizzie’s parents didn’t find out about their daughter’s pet. The girl would usually take something from the fridge or buy it with her own pocket money to feed Leo every morning and evening. And then the day came. The day that Leo ran away. Lizzie had just entered the shed when she realised Leo was missing. The girl panicked, wondering what had happened to him. “Leo” she called. “Leo where are you boy, Lizzie’s here!” Her mom heard her and grew a bit suspicious. “Lizzie who is that you’re talking to, and why are you near the old shed?” Lizzie stopped dead in her tracks and turned around to face her mother. Fortunately, she was good at making up stuff. “Leo, mom”. “Leo’s my imaginary cat ever since <i>someone</i> gave Tiger away”. Her mom bought the act and just rolled her eyes and went back inside the house. Lizzie sighed with relief and then continued looking for her lion. “Leo!” “Come here!”</div>
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No Leo came. “No” murmured Lizzie. “This can’t be happening”. “Why would Leo leave me?” “Even though I looked after him since he was a baby when I found him in the forest and-“</div>
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“Of course,” yelped Lizzie. “The forest!” “He must be there!” She ran towards the forest, calling out for her lion. “Leo, leo!” “Come here!” shouted Lizzie.</div>
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“Leo, leo!” screeched a high-pitched voice. Lizzie jumped and whipped around to find a monkey looking at her with a mischievous smile on its face. Lizzie raised an eyebrow. “Um hi?”</div>
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The monkey stuck out its hand and Lizzie shook it, feeling stupid. “Uh I’m looking for a lion cub” she said. The monkey nodded and pointed to its right. “Are you sure?” asked Lizzie.</div>
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The monkey snorted and Lizzie could swear it had given her a look like, <i>Per-lease. I know my own intelligence.</i></div>
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It motioned for her to follow him and she uncertainly obliged. The two went around looking for Leo with Lizzie calling his name now and then and the monkey repeating after her in its high-pitched monkey squeak. After five minutes of going around the jungle, the two came back to where they had started. “I thought you knew where Leo was” snapped Lizzie. The monkey looked at her with an innocent expression. “Don’t tell me you just lead me on a wild goose hunt!” Lizzie glared at the monkey in disbelief who was holding up his hands in surrender. Lizzie shook her head angrily and folded her arms across her chest. “Well the moral of this story is don’t ever listen to a monkey”. “Now go away!” she yelled at the monkey. “Go on!” “Shoo! Scat!”</div>
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The monkey gave her a sad look and then slowly turned away holding his head down in shame as he trudged in the opposite direction.</div>
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Lizzie turned around and continued looking for her cub. By now, she was worried. What if Leo wasn’t in this forest or even worse- killed by a hunter?!</div>
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The little cub was too innocent and had been brought up domesticated. If he was dead because a wild animal or hunter had killed him then it would be Lizzie’s fault. She should never have taken him to her house in the first place. He was a lion. The forest was his home. But on the other hand he had seemed so lonely and abandoned that day that she couldn’t help it. “Oh Leo, where are you?” thought Lizzie, scanning the area. Then a soft familiar whimper came from above. “Leo!” exclaimed Lizzie. She looked up. Leo was on a really tall pine tree, curled up, scared. He had managed to climb it but was too scared to come down. She could also tell that he was stuck.</div>
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“Don’t worry boy, I’m coming”. She started climbing the tree but gave up soon as it barely had any branches. “Should have brought a rope”, Lizzie murmured to herself.</div>
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She thought about running back to her house to fetch one but didn’t want to leave Leo alone. Suddenly Lizzie heard a girl’s voice. “Charlie!” “Charlie, where are you?”</div>
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She turned around and found a girl. The girl looked like she was about Lizzie’s age with long blonde hair and blue eyes. She seemed to be looking for something. “Hey” said Lizzie. “Who are you looking for?” The girl jumped. “Oh hi sorry” she said. “I was just looking for my monkey, Charlie. The naughty thing ran away!” “Yup, there he is!” The monkey which had “helped” Lizzie earlier came bounding up to his mistress. “There you are, bad boy!” The girl picked up Charlie who cuddled in her arms. “So that’s your monkey” said Lizzie coldly eyeing Charlie. The girl raised an eyebrow. “Yeah, I sense some tension, what did he do?” </div>
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Lizzie explained to her what had happened and the girl paused at the end, widening her eyes. “So you keep a lion as a pet?!”</div>
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“Don’t ask,” said Lizzie. “So what’s your name?” </div>
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“Riley”, said the girl. “You?”</div>
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“I’m Lizzie” Lizzie replied. </div>
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“So, your um lion’s up there, right?” asked Riley pointing in the direction of the tree.</div>
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Lizzie nodded. “Are you good at climbing trees or something?” she asked hopefully.</div>
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“Nope” said Riley. “Charlie is though”. She set the monkey on the ground. “Charlie, I want you to climb up that tree and rescue Leo, okay?” </div>
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Charlie listened and began to climb that tree. “Are you sure he’ll be able to get Leo?” asked Lizzie anxiously.</div>
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“If Charlie can’t, nobody can,” replied Riley defiantly. “He’s a circus monkey, Lizzie”.</div>
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Lizzie took a liking to the girl and admired her. Unlike herself, Riley was open, friendly and more of a people person. </div>
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A few seconds later Charlie was back on the ground with Leo in his arms. The girls laughed at the sight. Lizzie picked up Leo and buried her face in his soft fur. “Oh Leo..!”</div>
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Leo purred in her arms. Lizzie looked at Riley and Charlie. “How can I ever thank you guys?” Charlie gave a small bow making Lizzie giggle. Riley looked at the lion cub in Lizzie’s arms. “So how did you get Leo, Liz?” “I mean my parents would totally not let me keep a lion in the house!”</div>
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Lizzie laughed and told her the whole story of how they’d given Tiger away and how she found Leo in the forest.</div>
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Riley listened to her story and whistled a bit at the end. “Wow, so you’ve raised a lion cub and kept him at home without anyone noticing?” “That is really cool, Liz!”</div>
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Lizzie smirked. “Not cooler then a monkey riding a lion cub!” </div>
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Riley looked down and saw Charlie sitting on Leo as if he were a horse and Leo trying to push him off. She laughed. “Totally true!”</div>
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The girls talked and joked for a while until Riley had to leave. “See ya Lizzie, it was really fun meeting you!” Riley said. She whistled to Charlie who followed her immediately.</div>
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Lizzie smiled and waved after her. It felt good to have a friend. “C’mon Leo, let’s go home”. She picked up the lion cub and head back to her house.</div>
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“Well that was quite an adventure, right?” she said as she set Leo down in the shed. Leo walked around and settled down on his rug. “But I guess I will have to return you to the wild some day” she said mournfully. Leo licked her as if to say “don’t worry little girl, I’ll stay with you”. Lizzie smiled and walked back inside the house where her parents were waiting for her with serious expressions on their faces. <i>Uh oh. </i>Lizzie gulped.<i> Had they figured out about Leo?</i></div>
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“Look Lizzie” said Mr.Andrews. “We are very sorry about giving Tiger away and want to make up for it”. </div>
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Mrs.Andrews nodded grimly. “We were wondering if you wanted a pet”.</div>
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Lizzie stared at her mom. “You mean another cat?”</div>
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Mrs.Andrews shook her head. “A rabbit”.</div>
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Lizzie thought about this. It would be cute to have a little bunny but she couldn’t trust Leo with it. “No thank you, mom”.</div>
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Mr.Andrews raised an eyebrow. “Why?”</div>
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Lizzie just shrugged and went upstairs. She could hear her parents talking from below.</div>
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“We need to repaint this box, Allie”, said her dad.</div>
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“Sure” replied Mrs.Andrews. “I’ll fetch the paint cans from the old shed”.</div>
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Lizzie froze. The shed! That’s where Leo was!</div>
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But she couldn’t just run downstairs and stop her mom. “The game’s up, I guess”, thought Lizzie. She might as well as enjoy her mother’s reaction!</div>
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Lizzie peered out of her window and saw her mom opening the shed door. She held her breath. </div>
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Her mom screamed and Lizzie almost fell out of the bed laughing. She could imagine Leo staring up at her mom with big brown eyes and her mom staring right back down at him.</div>
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“LIZZIE!” hollered Mrs.Andrews, from below. “WHY ON EARTH IS THERE A LION CUB IN THE SHED?”</div>
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Lizzie laughed so much that her stomach started to hurt. Choking with laughter, she ran to the top of the stairs and saw her father freeze.</div>
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“Wait”, said Mr.Andrews, pausing for a moment, as he reached for a glass of water. “There’s a WHAT in the shed?!”</div>
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Pratya P ツhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18177340705025726010noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4187514308889541669.post-37116013080340123522014-05-24T11:42:00.002-04:002014-05-24T14:23:08.179-04:00Leaving for America<div style="text-align: center;">
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Six years of fun with no end</div>
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playing and studying under the Sun</div>
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Six years of family and many a friend</div>
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India was memorable for everyone.</div>
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Then came the news that afternoon</div>
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we would be moving - who knows - for good</div>
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To the country that lay far far away</div>
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where summer is winter, and night's the day</div>
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to US of A, the place where I first stood</div>
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So we packed our bags and were off on a flight</div>
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leaving behind such a beautiful sight</div>
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India may not be the most sophisticated place ever</div>
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but it's definitely a country worth living in forever :)</div>
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<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17950170218561945449noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4187514308889541669.post-59711819689795066412013-06-20T23:24:00.000-04:002013-06-20T23:24:00.281-04:00How I saved Daniel Radcliffe<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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immediately looked up angrily, “whoever just poked me with a stick, they ..” I
stopped when I recognized a familiar face. It was none other than Lord
Voldemort, the-one-who-shall-not-be-named himself! I looked at his
weird-looking face. Then I started laughing. I just couldn’t help it! This was
anyway just a dream, so I was not scared of the Lord whoever. But, you know,
after a few minutes of this staring game, I admit that this guy was freaking me
out.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;">Suddenly, he grabbed hold my shoulder and started flying! We flew
through the night. Finally we reached a dark and unpleasant place. It was
surrounded by deatheaters. Lucius Malfoy tied me up to a pillar. I glanced at
the middle of the crowd. And guess who I saw there? It was Daniel Radcliffe
himself!<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;">“My Lord,” started Bellatrix Lestrange, “why have you brought this Muggle
boy here?” Voldemort laughed harshly, “Because he acted as Harry Potter, the
boy wizard, in those movies!” I felt sorry for Daniel Radcliffe as he was
trembling from head to toe. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;">Voldemort took out his wand. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;">“B-but I didn’t do it! Stammered Daniel, “I-it was umm Ruper Grint!” I
couldn’t believe that Daniel was planting it on Rupert, who we all know acted
as Ron Weasly.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;">But Voldemort just smirked. And before I realized what was happening,
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Imperius curse! <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;">“Wait!” I shouted, “Can I have your autograph?” “No!” replied Daniel Radcliffe.
I knew that Voldemort was controlling him because after a few minutes Daniel
said, “I will always act like you, my lord, in all my future movies.” This was
too much to take. Without thinking what I was doing, I punched Voldemort in his
face. He fell down on his back. All the deatheaters started flying away in
fear. And I went spinning, spinning, spinning through the air! Finally I landed
on my bed.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;">It was all a dream, of course. Hey! It was not, because I woke up with
Daniel Radcliffe poking me. “Two words” he said, “Thank you!” <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;">“Two words,” I grinned back, “Good night!”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;">PS: I forgot to introduce myself, but I’ll do that when I wake up, OK?<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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Pratya P ツhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18177340705025726010noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4187514308889541669.post-86924039527953923562013-06-20T00:43:00.000-04:002013-06-20T00:43:05.280-04:00My first book! Also on Amazon Kindle<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Guess what I got for my birthday? My parents published 22 of my stories and verses as a book! It is also available on Amazon Kindle. It's called "<a href="http://www.amazon.com/Susies-Tiger-Other-Stories-ebook/dp/B00DHKHQA2" target="_blank">Susie's Tiger and Other Stories</a>". </div>
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The Kindle book costs just 99c.. that's like 5c per story :) I'm donating all the money to a couple of schools in a village near Bangalore for buying reading material. Cool, right?</div>
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You can download the book on amazon at </div>
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<a href="http://www.amazon.com/Susies-Tiger-Other-Stories-ebook/dp/B00DHKHQA2">http://www.amazon.com/Susies-Tiger-Other-Stories-ebook/dp/B00DHKHQA2</a></div>
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thanks, Pratya</div>
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PS: Write to me if you want the print book. I have 30 copies left.</div>
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Pratya P ツhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18177340705025726010noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4187514308889541669.post-27387276202679266202013-04-07T06:22:00.001-04:002013-04-07T06:22:58.286-04:00Anger<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Today I found my bow</div>
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but there was no arrow</div>
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So I used my dad's pointer</div>
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It fit but got stuck in the bow</div>
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And for just that simple thing</div>
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my sister called me stupido!</div>
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This made me really angry</div>
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and I threw a pencil at her</div>
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Oops, big mistake,</div>
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It almost hit her eye in the center!</div>
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From this I learnt</div>
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about the anger attack</div>
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Anger is like an arrow</div>
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once it leaves, you can't take it back</div>
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Pratya P ツhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18177340705025726010noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4187514308889541669.post-52866676088271874362013-04-07T06:08:00.001-04:002013-04-07T06:08:56.257-04:00Summer's here!<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Children, open your books</div>
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Page twenty, Paragraph three</div>
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Ugh, another boring subject</div>
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Why can't school just flee?</div>
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Ding-dong goes the bell,</div>
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yippee! summer holds have come!</div>
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No more cracking your brain</div>
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over a difficult sum</div>
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Sparrow are tweeting,</div>
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it's the end of school</div>
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Kids are squealing </div>
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and splashing in the pool</div>
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We are super-excited</div>
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the time has come</div>
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Summer is the time</div>
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to have loads of fun</div>
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Where to go this time?</div>
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you're arguing at home</div>
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China? No, Russia!</div>
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Or may be even Rome</div>
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You could go to a whole new place</div>
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or the park or the beach</div>
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Summer is the time to enjoy</div>
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no teachers to teach</div>
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Everyone is happy</div>
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and so is the Sun</div>
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which is pouring down rays</div>
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Oh! I owe summer a ton!</div>
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Don't think about </div>
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the next school year</div>
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Just enjoy the moment</div>
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cuz summer is here</div>
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Pratya P ツhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18177340705025726010noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4187514308889541669.post-87471824676432656802012-08-25T12:05:00.000-04:002012-08-25T12:05:10.457-04:00The Kidnapper's Cave<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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“Mom! I’m going to the park to play with Ria!”
“But Anusha, you just went there this morning!” “Yes, but that was long ago,
please can I go? Bye!”</div>
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Hey guys! I’m Anusha. I’m 10 years old and I live
in Bangalore. Join me, I’m going to the park to meet Ria, my best friend. “Hi
Anusha!” I ran into Ria right outside the park. I waved back. “It’s starting to
drizzle. Wy don’t we go to my house and play with the jewellery kit?” suggested
Ria. I liked that idea, so we ran to Ria’s house. “Hello there Anusha!” Ria’s
mom greeted. “Hi aunty!” I said and ran upstairs to Ria’s room.<o:p></o:p></div>
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“I’m doing the bracelet,” I said. “And I will do
the necklace,” Ria replied back. We get along so well! We chatted non-stop as
we did our work. Suddenly, as I picked up a red bead, a faint scream came from
outside. “W-what was that?” asked Ria looking frightened. “Sounds like someone
is being bothered or even tortured. We’ve got to rescue them,” I replied
thoughtfully. I had been reading a lot of Nancy Drew lately. Ria didn’t look so enthusiastic about this
idea but she agreed. “Mom won’t believe if we rush down and tell her that
someone is being tortured,” pointed out Ria. “But we could say she has a phone
call,” she added cleverly. “Mom, your phone is ringing!” As soon as Ria’s mom
went in to her bedroom to pick up the phone, Ria and I rushed out of the door
screaming “the rain has stopped, we will go to the park!”<o:p></o:p></div>
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“I think the sound came from the forest beyond the
park,” I said. So we took our bikes and raced there. We parked our bikes on the
gravel road and trekked into the woods. I realized that Ria was a bit scared
when she suddenly grasped my hand every few seconds saying that she heard some
sound or the other. As we were walking, Ria suddenly tripped and fell! “Ria,
are you OK?” I exclaimed running to help her. “Yes, let’s keep walking,” she
replied, dusting the mud off her pants. “Ria! You are awesome!” I screamed.
“Huh?” said Ria. “Because you tripped right over a trap door!” Ria was also
thrilled as she stared at the brown door she was standing on.<o:p></o:p></div>
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We opened the creaky door and climbed down a
ladder. It was getting dark and musty as we went deeper inside. Now we were
both holding our hands tightly as we reached the soft ground at the bottom of
the ladder. We could barely see two feet ahead of us.<o:p></o:p></div>
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“Um, hi!” said a voice behind us. We spun around
in shock. There sat a girl who looked above our age! I could not get a word
out, but Ria bold asked, “What’s your name? How come you are here?” “My name is
Myra. The kidnappers brought me here. I was having a sleepover with my friend
Aishwarya in her apartment. While I was drinking water in their backyard in the
night, someone tied my hands and legs together and closed my mouth. I guessed
that they had mistaken me for Aishwarya who is very rich,” Myra stopped to take
a breath and looked around diffidently, feeling she had said too much, “Anusha,
I think we should get out of here with Myra,” said Ria.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Suddenly, Myra froze, “I can hear familiar
footsteps. It must be the kidnappers.” Ria and I ran behind a dusty cupboard
while Myra sat on the floor, acting like nothing happened. “They are coming,”
hissed Riya.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Two men walked in. One was short, fat, and had a
scowl on his face. The other was thin, tall, and also sour looking. “Tie the
girl up Jack,” said the tall man curtly. Jack nodded and got to work. “The
girl’s mom says we have got the wrong girl,” Jack said. “What lies!” laughed
the tall man.<o:p></o:p></div>
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I was getting bored listening to the two men talk,
when the sound of someone struggling came. It was Myra. She wriggled through
her ropes and tried to run for her life. But Jack was too quick for her. He
caught poor Myra and tied her up again, really tight. Meanwhile I had a plan. I
ran and hid behind the chair where Myra was sitting, while Jack was running
after her. I picked up a sharp stone
from the ground. “Anusha, what are you doing?” whispered Ria. A little while
after Jack tied up Myra, he and the tall man fell asleep with loud snores. I
jumped up and cut Myra’s rope. Then we three climbed up the ladder and ran for
our lives, but not before we bolted up the trap door from outside. Now the two
kidnappers couldn’t come out until the police came and arrested them!<o:p></o:p></div>
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“I’m making chocolate brownies and you make the
cake this time, Myra!” Three months had passed and Ria, Myra, and I were baking
in the kitchen.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Pratya P ツhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18177340705025726010noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4187514308889541669.post-90246358231112907602012-06-28T10:12:00.002-04:002012-06-28T10:15:18.765-04:00Funny Poem<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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By: Pratya Date:28/6/12</b><br />
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<b style="background-color: white;">As I go to the palace,</b><br />
<span style="background-color: white;"><b>Watching a yummy cake,</b></span><br />
<span style="background-color: white;"><b>Covered with icing,</b></span><br />
<span style="background-color: white;"><b>Lying beside some steak.</b></span><br />
<span style="background-color: white;"><b><br /></b></span><br />
<b style="background-color: white;">Chocolates, sweets, donuts,</b><br />
<span style="background-color: white;"><b>Am I in a dream?</b></span><br />
<span style="background-color: white;"><b>Ice cream with sprinkles,</b></span><br />
<span style="background-color: white;"><b>And extra whipped cream.</b></span><br />
<span style="background-color: white;"><b><br /></b></span><br />
<span style="background-color: white;"><b><br /></b></span><br />
<span style="background-color: white;"><b>I glanced at mom and dad</b></span><br />
<span style="background-color: white;"><b>They stared at the food in disgust!</b></span><br />
<span style="background-color: white;"><b>I asked them what happened?</b></span><br />
<span style="background-color: white;"><b>They said we're leaving </b></span><b>we must!</b><br />
<b><br /></b><br />
<b>I stamped my foot in protest,</b><br />
<b>We're not leaving no way!</b><br />
<b>This place is awesome!</b><br />
<b>We're staying here okay!</b><br />
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<b>"Get in!" shouted mom</b><br />
<b>She had a glint in her eye,</b><br />
<b>I sulkily got in the car</b><br />
<b>Oh my, oh my! oh my!</b><br />
<b><br /></b><br />
<b>Where will we go?</b><br />
<b>Will it be somewhere nice?</b><br />
<b>What if its Antarctica?</b><br />
<b>What if there's a lot of ice!</b><br />
<b><br /></b><br />
<b>When we reached, there were</b><br />
<b>insects everywhere,</b><br />
<b>slugs in my shirt,</b><br />
<b>worms in my hair!</b><br />
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<b style="background-color: white;">"What is this place!" I shrieked, </b><br />
<b>shooing a bee away, </b><br />
<b>but dad was speechless, </b><br />
<b>and mom had nothing to say!</b><br />
<b><br /></b><br />
<b>Finally we reached the house,</b><br />
<b>It was made out of hay,</b><br />
<b>"Well, lets go in"</b><br />
<b>I heard dad say.</b><br />
<b><br /></b><br />
<b>As soon as we touched the door,</b><br />
<b>The house broke into pieces,</b><br />
<b>Oh where should we live? </b><b style="background-color: white;">What should we do?</b><br />
<b style="background-color: white;">Help us! Jesus! </b><br />
<b style="background-color: white;"><br /></b><br />
<b style="background-color: white;">Suddenly a dog walked to us,</b><br />
<b style="background-color: white;">And what an idea I had,</b><br />
<b style="background-color: white;">Lets go to England,</b><br />
<b style="background-color: white;">I told mom and dad.</b><br />
<b style="background-color: white;"><br /></b><br />
<b>They agreed wholeheartedly,</b><br />
<b>And now we live in England,</b><br />
<b>What a day I thought,</b><br />
<b>As I stretched my legs on the sand...</b><br />
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<b>THE END</b><br />
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<it>Did you like the story? Please leave a comment below for me. Better, give me three new words!</it> </div>Pratya P ツhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18177340705025726010noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4187514308889541669.post-5896397934465511052012-03-21T11:47:00.003-04:002012-03-23T13:04:04.599-04:00Family Portrait (in verse)<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-size: 13.5pt;">A person who you love very much<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 13.5pt;">Someone who guides
you everywhere<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 13.5pt;">She’s with you forever<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 13.5pt;">Safely in your heart, she’s kept there<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 13.5pt;">She’s friendly and kind<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div align="center" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: 13.5pt;">And has a great mind<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 13.5pt;">She’s honest and loving<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 13.5pt;">A hard person to find…<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 13.5pt;">Can you guess who it is?<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 13.5pt;">Your Mother!<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 13.5pt;">There’s someone else who keeps you bright,<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 13.5pt;">He’s cheerful and fun<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 13.5pt;">He’s very very caring<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 13.5pt;">And is just like the Sun!<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<div align="center" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: 13.5pt;">He will make you work hard<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div align="center" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: 13.5pt;">But also laugh out loud<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div align="center" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: 13.5pt;">Your father is the one<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 13.5pt;">Just keep him very proud<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<div align="center" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: 13.5pt;">Mom and Dad are parents<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div align="center" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: 13.5pt;">With them your life is cool<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div align="center" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: 13.5pt;">They will make you work hard<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div align="center" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: 13.5pt;">But they will also take you to the pool!<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<div align="center" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: 13.5pt;">He’s playful and fun<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div align="center" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: 13.5pt;">But can also really fight<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div align="center" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: 13.5pt;">Your brother is the one<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 13.5pt;">Who sleeps next to you in the night.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<div align="center" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: 13.5pt;">She takes care of you<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div align="center" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: 13.5pt;">And tells you right from wrong<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div align="center" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: 13.5pt;">That explains your sister<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div align="center" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: 13.5pt;">Who’ll stay with you for long.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 13.5pt;">Siblings and parents are fun<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div align="center" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: 13.5pt;">They teach you many things<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 13.5pt;">Without them your life will be lonely<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 13.5pt;">I can’t imagine such a thing!<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<br /></div>Pratya P ツhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18177340705025726010noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4187514308889541669.post-78478305974262358162012-03-10T23:56:00.000-05:002012-03-10T23:56:00.162-05:00The Lonely Dog (A poem)<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
(rhyme: A B C B)<br />
word giver: Shalini Akka<br />
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<span class="s1">There was once a dog</span></div>
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<span class="s1">jumping all around</span></div>
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<span class="s1">he played with a ball</span></div>
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<span class="s1">which was nice and round.</span></div>
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<span class="s1"><br /></span></div>
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<span class="s1">Once he went outside</span></div>
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<span class="s1">and saw a pretty cat</span></div>
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<span class="s1">he wanted a good friend</span></div>
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<span class="s1">but she hit him with a bat</span></div>
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<span class="s1">Then he saw an elephant</span></div>
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<span class="s1">who almost cracked the wall</span></div>
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<span class="s1">Should an elephant be his friend?</span></div>
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<span class="s1">but it was so scary and tall!</span></div>
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<span class="s1">He felt sad and lonely</span></div>
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<span class="s1">Oh what a bad night!</span></div>
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<span class="s1">Was this his new friend?</span></div>
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<span class="s1">Can you be my friend?</span></div>
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<span class="s1">Can’t you see I’m stuck</span></div>
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<span class="s1">I’ll help you, said the dog</span></div>
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<span class="s1">The spider landed on the ground</span></div>
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<span class="s1">Thank you! said the spider</span></div>
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<span class="s1">Let us be best friends</span></div>
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<span class="s1">race you to the sand!</span></div>
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<span class="s1">The dog was very happy</span></div>
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<span class="s1">he got a friend at last</span></div>
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<span class="s1">he went home feeling good</span></div>
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<span class="s1">oh what a day! what a blast!</span></div>
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</div>Pratya P ツhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18177340705025726010noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4187514308889541669.post-30114031841260558612012-03-10T23:37:00.000-05:002012-03-10T23:37:38.417-05:00Intelligent ice cubes?<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<b>Three words: cat, sun, ice cubes</b><br />
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<span class="s1">Hi! I am Snowy the cat. I live with my mom Whiskers in Paris. Our house’s name is “The Basket”.</span></div>
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<span class="s1">Anyway, as I perched on the swing, the voice came again. “Can you help me?” it said, This time I saw that the ice cubes were speaking! It was a funny sight. Their lips were moving up and down as they talked. I couldn’t believe my eyes! How can I non-living thing speak? I jumped up startled. </span></div>
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<span class="s1">“The hot irritating Sun is melting us” complained the ice cubes.</span></div>
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<span class="s1">I suddenly realized that the ice cubes were turning into water. “So how can I help you? And who planted you in the park?” I asked.</span></div>
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<span class="s1">“Hey! Why don’t I put you in the freezer?” I said kindly.</span></div>
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<span class="s1">“You’ll see” I replied, “now, hop on my back”.</span></div>
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<span class="s1">I quickly raced home with the heavy ice cubes dripping from my back.</span></div>
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<span class="s1">“Why in the world are there ice cubes on your back?!” shrieked mom.</span></div>
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<span class="s1">“Oh can you please put us in the freezer?” said an ice cube.</span></div>
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<span class="s1">Mom jumped up. I grinned and filled her in with the ice cubes story. I thought she would snort in scorn, but she believed me.</span></div>
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<span class="s1">“And that’s your new home” I concluded.</span></div>
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<span class="s1">The ice cubes looked very happy. “There’s no place like a freezer!” they said.</span></div>
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<span class="s1">“Are all non-living things alive?” I asked the ice cubes.</span></div>
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<span class="s1">“I’m snowy” I answered, “bye, gotta go to bed!” I shut the freezer door.</span></div>
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<span class="s1">I guess that’s the end of my strange adventure with ice cubes. I cuddled in my bed wondering how the ice cubes were doing. What a day!</span></div>
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<span class="s1">PPPPS: Good night! And don’t let the ice cubes bite!</span></div>
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</div>Pratya P ツhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18177340705025726010noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4187514308889541669.post-41758973542159673232012-02-12T01:50:00.002-05:002012-02-12T01:50:23.577-05:00Why you should help a spider<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Hi I am Elizabeth, Elizabeth Brown. I’m 7 years old and I live in an apartment in London with my mom Susanna, my dad Martin, and my 5 yr old sister Kelly. My nickname is Lizzie. I’m going to tell you something queer that happened to me last summer.</div>
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<span class="s1">It was a hot day in June and I was walking with my friend Annie Hills to the park. “You know I’m going to the zoo tomorrow. Want to come, Lizzie?” asked Annie. “Sure!” I replied excitedly and we sat on the park bench. “There’s gonna be a peacock show” chirped Annie (she was a chatterbox). “Any spider show?” I joked. She shuddered at the thought. Annie had Arachnophobia, fear of spiders. Then we started talking about school and stuff, and we walked back home. “See you tomorrow!” I shouted as I rang the doorbell.</span></div>
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<span class="s1">“How was your day Lizzie Pie?” asked Dad. “Good” I answered jumping on the couch. “I say, can we go to the zoo tomorrow, dad?” “Why! that’s exactly what mom and I were planning!” said Dad with surprise. “Yippee!” I screamed and ran upstairs, almost bumping into Kelly. “What happened?” Kelly asked. “We are going to the zoo with Annie tomorrow!” I said. “Cool!” said Kelly as she went to her bed. “Go to sleep, girls!” yawned mom. I slept dreaming about peacocks and spiders.</span></div>
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<span class="s1">“Wake up sleepy head!” screamed Kelly in the morning, “we have to go to the zoo now”. “So early?” I murmured. I quickly brushed my teeth, combed my hair, and put on a Pink blouse. Then Kelly dragged me to the car. “What’ve you been doing so late?!” said Mom jumping in.,“We have to pick up Annie on the way”. “Lazy Lizzie” Kelly grinned. I punched her playfully. After a minute, we reached the Hills’ house. Annie and her parents joined us and the parents greeted each other. Finally, we left. It was a long drive to the zoo. “No wonder we left so early” said Annie. “Yes!” I said, “I couldn’t get up in the morning”. “Are we there yet?” groaned Kelly. “Yes, here!” said Dad as he parked the car.</span></div>
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<span class="s1">“There are peacocks and spider cages over there” I said pointing to a sign. “Dad, why don’t you, Mr. Brown, and Kelly go to the Dog Show, while the rest of us go to the Peacocks suggested Annie. “Good idea” said Dad and left. </span></div>
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<span class="s1">Annie and I enjoyed watching and petting the peacocks. But none of the people thought about visiting the little spiders. All of us were obsessed with the peacocks. I spotted some more kids from our school. Suddenly I heard a tiny sob. I jumped up, startled. “What happened?” asked Annie. “Didn’t you hear that noise?” I said. “You must be daydreaming, you seriously gave me a fright.” she said. “Sorry” I said though I was still looking around cautiously. I didn’t see anything so I went back to watching the peacocks. But as I fed a baby peacock, I heard another sob.I looked at the peacocks in the cage but all of of them were enjoying their attention. Then I looked at the spider cage and spotted a <i>tiny spider</i> in it. I thought to myself “May be Annie is right and I’m dreaming. But I should still go and confirm if the sound is coming from the spider”.</span></div>
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<span class="s1">I quickly ran towards it. “What happened?”I whispered gently because I didn’t want others to think I’m silly for talking to spiders. “m-m-my leg is s-s-s-stuck” sobbed the spider. Now I knew for sure that the spider was indeed crying! Its leg was stuck in the cage mesh. It took me a while but I succeeded in taking its leg out from there. “Thank you!” said the spider with a smile, “what’s your name? I would like to pay you back somehow”. I couldn’t believe that I was talking to a spider! May be magic for real. “My name is Elizabeth” I said, “what’s yours?” “Bethany” replied the spider, “Ok I think you have to go home now, bye!”. I waved good bye to Bethany and ran to the car.</span></div>
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<span class="s1">“Where have you been?” asked Annie. I told her about Bethany. At first she didn’t believe me, but then I explained how I also didn’t believe but that spider was actually talking! “Super girl saves Sobby spider!” teased Annie. I laughed at it. After an hour, we dropped off Annie and reached home. I got out of the car and ran upstairs to my room.</span></div>
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<span class="s1">I took out my toy paper airplane and started flying it around. As I played, the plane went under my bed. I tried reaching it but I couldn’t. Suddenly, there was a flash of green light and Bethany appeared before me. I couldn’t believe my eyes. She crawled under the bed and spun a web from the plane to my hand. I pulled the web and the plane came out with Bethany sitting in the pilot’s seat. I stroked her back gently.</span></div>
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<span class="s1">Then Kelly came into the room asking / shouting “Oh my God! there’s a spider in your hand and you’re petting it. What’s happening here?!” </span></div>
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</div>Pratya P ツhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18177340705025726010noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4187514308889541669.post-87896562013777255312012-02-09T11:03:00.000-05:002012-02-09T11:03:19.453-05:00J. K. Rowling - My Inspiration<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<i>(Essay for Shilp Dew, school publication)</i><br />
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<span class="s1">If I had to choose a personality as my inspiration, it would be J. K. Rowling. As everyone knows, J. K. Rowling is a famous author from England who wrote Harry Potter. I have read all the books in that series and liked them very much. I have often dreamt of becoming an author like her and I read and write in my spare time.</span></div>
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<span class="s1">First, she has a very nice style of writing in which she adds adventure and emotion to her stories. Her stories are also humorous and gripping. As a result, even people who never liked to read books picked up the reading habit from Harry Potter books! I would like to create interesting fantasy plots just like she does. <span style="color: red;">Interesting fact: J. K. Rowling came up with the plot for Harry Potter while sitting in a train!</span></span></div>
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<span class="s1">Next, she went from rags to riches by working hard and believing in herself. <span style="color: red;">Did you know that Twelve publishers rejected Harry Potter before it was published? </span>That shows her confidence and determination. She did not give up until she reached her goal and hence she succeeded in her life. That is very inspiring indeed!</span></div>
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<span class="s1">So, in summary, I want to be creative and determined like J. K. Rowling, and become a good writer myself! She is a true inspiration for all of us children who want to do something great in our lives.</span></div>
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</div>Pratya P ツhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18177340705025726010noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4187514308889541669.post-82420517066859979482012-02-08T09:02:00.000-05:002012-02-08T09:05:33.998-05:00How to stop a bully<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span class="s1">It was a bright and sunny day. Fred and his friend Sam were walking to school. “How I wish Max would leave us alone” sighed Sam. “Yes, but too bad he has hundreds of followers supporting him” said Fred. “But we can make a plan to get rid of him or make him kind” he added thoughtfully. </span><br />
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<span class="s1">“Good morning children!” said Ms. Pattie when they reached their classroom. She started taking attendance. “Hey Jinkie Stinkie” Max teased Fred. Fred ignored him. “Today we are going to learn about angles. Can anyone tell me a type of an angle?” asked the teacher. “Obtuse, Acute, Right, and Reflex angle”said a smart girl named Jenny. “For the twentieth time, can you please raise your hand first, Jennifer” said Mr. Pattie irritated. She asked questions here and there and scolded them if they answered wrong. Finally, it was time for the worksheet. “Open your notebooks” the teacher instructed. “I can’t see the board because you changed my place to the last desk” said Fred squinting. “Poor thing, I think you should to go the optician” sniggered Max. Ms. Pattie smiled fondly at Max. All teachers loved him because he acted really sweet in front of them. “Sit in front and I don’t want any more grumbles” said the teacher. The children finished their work quietly and got it corrected. “Indoor playing time!” said the teacher.</span></div>
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<span class="s1">Fred and Sam started playing with the Lego blocks in the corner of the room. “Did you get your eyes checked?” smirked Max as he walked past Fred. He kicked their lego statue down. Fred stared at his hard work which had fallen into bits. He was about to jump up and give Max a piece of his mind. But Sam stopped him. “Cool down, old guy! It’s no use” he explained calmly. Fred sat down, tears in his eyes.</span><br />
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<span class="s1">Next they had Science, Fred’s favorite subject. Fred got his book out and - BUT WHERE WAS HIS PENCIL!. Fred searched and searched but the pencil was no where to be found. He scratched his head. After a few minutes, their teacher Ms. Lacey entered the room. As soon as she came in, Fred raised his hand. “What’t the matter?” she asked. “I can’t find my pencil!” exclaimed Fred. The teacher raised her eyebrows. “Did you check everywhere?” she asked him. He nodded. “Let me check in the locker under his table” Max said sweetly. “I already checked there!” said Fred, putting his hands on his hip. “Not properly” winked Max. When no one was looking, Max silently took a brown pencil from his pocket. Fred stared at him suspiciously. “Make it fast” hurried the teacher. Max ran to Fred’s table. He opened the desk and acted as if he was searching. After a minute, Max showed everyone the brown pencil in his hand. “Found it!” he snorted. There was a minute of silence. Then everyone burst out laughing. “Silence!” shouted the teacher. She nodded at Max. “I never expected this from you Fred!” she sighed, leaving the room.</span></div>
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<span class="s1">“Home Time!!” Everyone started packing their bags. “I have an idea” said Max putting his pencil box in his bag. “Tell me tomorrow” replied Fred. He mounted his bike and set off home. Finally he reached and rang the door bell. His mom answered the door. “How was school?” she asked. “Good” he murmured. She kept her hands around him but he lightly pushed her away and ran upstairs. Meanwhile, his dad was on the computer. “Dad” said Fred. “If someone keeps on bullying you, what should you do?” “Well, if you ask me, tell the teacher” said his dad. “But Max keeps on bullying me” protested Fred. “Then whatever he did to you, you should do the same to him” replied his dad.</span><br />
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<span class="s1">The next morning, it was time for school. Fred quickly dressed up, ate his breakfast, and joined Sam on the road to school. “Now can you tell me what your plan is?” asked Fred. “I’ll tell you in school” answered Sam. “Come on!!” protested Fred. “Patience, my boy, patience” said Sam. When they reached the school, the teacher took the attendance. “Play time!” she announced. “Max is going, now is our chance” said Sam. He quickly ran to Max’s locker and got out a stuffed toy Bear. He hid it behind the aquarium. Fred realized what he was doing and got to work. They hid Max’s things inside pots, under tables, etc. Sam was putting an eraser behind a pot when the pot fell down and broke. Someone came running to the class hearing the noise. It was Jenny’s friend Sara who was the class monitor. “What happened?” she scowled. “uhhhh”said Sam. Sara started at the broken pot with wide eyes and ran out of the room. Sam shrugged. “Be careful next time” scolded Fred. “Now let’s stop and go for recess” said Sam. But the recess was already over because the teacher was entering the class.</span><br />
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<span class="s1">“I am excited to see Max’s face when he opens his locker” giggled Sam. “Me too” said Fred. “Look! He is opening it!” Suddenly, Max gave a scream. “My desk has been robbed!” he squealed. The girls started chuckling. Fred and Sam’s sides were aching from laughing. “I can not do anything!” the teacher shouted above the voice. Max started to sob. “Cry baby!” sniggered Sam. Fred walked over quietly and took out all the things he had hidden, dumping them onto Max’s table. Everyone started to laugh even harder. To think that the most popular kid in the class was acting like a fool! </span><br />
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Hi! I am Spots. I am extremely famous as I solved many
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One day, I was sitting on the couch and sipping my Tea, when
there suddenly came a knock on the door. Dopey the cat, Pat the parrot and
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“Now can you tell us?”
said Pat. “Tell what?” asked Spots. “My friend, Pongy the penguin, invited us to Antarctica”, Dopey announced. “Where in the world is Antarctica?”
asked Mischief confused. Dopey shrugged. Let’s check on the globe. They
searched and searched. But they couldn’t find Antarctica anywhere. “There it is” said Pat suddenly, "at the
bottom of the globe". “There is a flight
going to Antarctica tomorrow” said Dopey. “Let’s go the library and see how the
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“Can we have a book about Antarctica, Mrs. Wiggs (a pig)?”
asked Pat. The librarian pointed to a shelf named “Places around the world”. So
they scampered over there. Mischief picked up a book which was named
“Antarctica Days”. She flipped through the pages and read: “<i><span style="font-family: 'Harlow Solid Italic';">Antarctica
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“Let’s go back and pack jackets, mittens, caps, and scarves”
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Spots gathered all his clothes which he would need for
Antarctica and put them in a Blue bag. He waited for the others to come. First
Pat came with an Orange purse. “Got everything?” asked Spots. “I didn’t have a
scarf” replied Pat. “I have an extra one, don’t worry” Spots said. He ran
upstairs and came down with a pink scarf. “Thanks!” said Pat shoving it in her
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Next, Mischief came with a tiny Yellow bag. Spots stroked
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“When is the flight?” asked Pat. “8:30pm” said Dopey. “So
we’ll leave at 6. Then we’ll check-in and eat breakfast.” “Good idea” said
Mischief. “Which airport?” asked Spots. “Wag your tails” replied Dopey.
“Goodnight!” yawned Pat. “I’ll wake you up tomorrow”.</div>
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So they went to sleep. “RISE AND SHINE SLEEPING BEAUTIES”
screamed Pat in the morning. She took all of their luggage and dumped it in the
car. Then she dragged her friends and pushed them in. Spots knew how to drive
so he started the car. Soon they reached the airport. They checked in, ate some
buns, and got on the flight. Pat read a book. Dopey watched a movie. Meanwhile,
Spots and Mischief who were sitting next to each other chatted.</div>
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After a few hours they reached Antarctica. “I’m so excited”
said Dopey squeezing Spots’ hand. After a while they were out of the airport.
“It’s freezing!” said Pat a shiver going down her back. “Let’s search for
Pongy” said Spots. Suddenly Dopey ran to a little fat Penguin standing nearby.
“Pongy!!!” he cried. “I’m so glad to see you!”. “Dopey! It’s been such a long
time since we met!”. “Pongy, this is Pat, Spots, and Mischief. They are my best
friends. Guys, meet Pongy!” “umm what’s up?” Pat said struggled to find some
sensible words. Pongy laughed. “Don’t be nervours, young bird” he said with a
grin, “well let’s walk to my igloo.”</div>
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As they walked, Pongy started telling them something. “You
know King Oliver the peacock, right?” “Yes, so?” asked Michief. “His treasure
has been stolen!” “Did youcatch the thief yet?” asked Spots. “Yes, but the crow
isn’t confessing where he hid the treasure”, said Pongy.</div>
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“Now, have a seat, we’ve reached home”. “Well guys, I think
we have another mystery to solve” said Pat. “And any one too!” added Spots with
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“The police said that there was not a sign of any treasure
in the crow’s house” said Pongy. “Too bad” sighed Dopey. “Lazypoke” said
Mischief yawning. Dopey ran after her.</div>
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fast asleep except Spots. Spots was up thinking about the mystery. Suddenly
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In the morning he told the others. “I think it’s hidden
under the snow” announced Spots. “Yeah, exactly!” exclaimed Pat clapping her
mittens together. “But we can’t dig up all the snow in Antarctiac!” said Dopey
alarmed. “You’ve got a point” said Spots thoughtfully. “We could split up”
suggested Pongy. “I know” squeaked Mischief. “Maybe the crow dropped a necklace
somewhere and that can lead us to the path”. “Not bad” said Pat. “Or we’ll put
our feet deep inside the snow and might feel Gold” said Dopey. “Nice ideas”
said Spots approvingly. “I’ll split the work. Dooey and Pat will do what Dopey
said” ordered Spots. “Pongy and I will dig up some snow with a shovel”. And
Mischief should go deep under the snow. Got it?” said Spots. ‘Yup!” everyone
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stomped on something hard. “Ow!” he yelped. Pat picked up a Gold coin! “Hey,
Dopes look what you found!” she said delighted.</div>
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Pat and I found.” “Awesome” said <br />
Spots. “Keep it up!” Spots and Pongy were doing a great job. “Come on Spots, we
have to find it!” shoted Pongy. Meanwhile, little Mischief was enjoying herself
swimming in the snow. Suddenly she bashed into something hard. It was a cave!
She got up and cautiously walked inside half curious and half scared. Suddenly
there was a fierce roar and a Lion pounced on Michief! Mischief ran behind a
pole trembling. She bumped into a box. It was nothing other than the Treasure
box!! Mischief couldn’t believe her eyes! She was about to scream for her
friends but then she remembered where she was. And how could usch a tiny mouse
lift a big box?! Then she remembered she had the Wand that Spots and Dopey had
given her. She took it out of her pocket and tapped the box. At once the box
grew small. She had a plan. Mischief tucked the box under her arm and ran to
the lion bravely. She took a spider and put it on his back. The lion roared
with laughter and irritation. In a flash, Mischief was out. Then she screamed
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Everyone including
her friends lifted her up and took her to the king shouting and praising her.
She handed the box over to the king and the king praised and patted her on her
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“Don’t you wish that you also went to Antractica?!”</div>
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Judie, who is a doctor, my dad Frank, who is a scientist, and Cathy the
housemaid. I’m 8 years old. I have two friends – Jennifer Williams, an American
girl, who has a puppy named Cookie but has no siblings; and Natalie Peterson,
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“What a wonderful day!” exclaimed Natalie as we biked around
the street on a fine day in May. Cookie ran behind her yelping. “I think Cookie
agrees with you” I sniggered. “Why don’t we go for a ride in the forest?”
suggested Jenny and off we went. “Nice dress” Jenny complimented me. “Thanks” I
said, “Aunt Emily gave it to me for my 5<sup>th</sup> birthday!”</div>
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Suddenly, Natalie gave a gasp. “What is it?!” I asked,
startled. “I just saw two tiny pink dwarves passing by” replied Natalie, recovering
from her shock. “You are just seeing things!” said Jenny scornfully, shaking
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But then we all saw it! Two tiny pink twin puppies or
dwarves (I’m not sure!) came running to us. “Aren’t they cute, Allie?” said
Natalie. “Yup!” I replied. “What are your names?” Jenny asked them. “Wee Wee,
Wah Wah” said the first one. I think the first one is “LiLi” and the second one
is “LaLa” I said with a grin. Lili was pointing to my white dress, Jenny’s
white hairband, and Natalies’s white ribbons. “What!” Jenny asked, somewhat
irritated. “Ghoto” squealed LaLa and they both broke into a run.</div>
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First, Jenny arrived with a yellow top and blue jeans, and a
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“LiLi and LaLa are scared of white goats!” she replied. “How
is Ghoto a Goat?” asked Jenny confused. “Come on Jenny! They are just babies”
said Natalie as if that was really obvious. “Who would be scared of goats?” I
asked. “As I said, they are babies!” said Natalie enjoying all the attention. “Let’s
ask your dad, he’s a scientist” said
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“Hey Girls!” said dad, stepping into the room, “what do you
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“Dad, do you know any two pink creatures scared of white
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“Not even a baby is scared of goats” replied dad and left
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Suddenly, Jenny fell off her chair. “Jenny are you..” I
started off. “I got the answer!” squealed Jenny. “What?!” we asked impatiently.
“Ghoto meants Ghosts!” replied Jenny “LiLi and LaLa are scared of ghosts”. “So
they pointed at the white colors on us” I continued. “And they ran away”
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of ghosts” I said gently. “White stands for peace!” added Natalie. LiLi and
LaLa were touched. So we took them home to stay with us. I took LiLi while
Natalie took LaLa. “What about you Jenny?” I asked. “It’s ok. I have Cookie”
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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?</div>
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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.</div>
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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!"</div>
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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.</div>
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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".</div>
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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.</div>
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"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?"</div>
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"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.</div>
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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. </div>
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"I am Dopey, and these are my friends Spots and Pat.We love adventures and mysteries" introduced Dopey.</div>
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One day, the family took out their <span style="text-decoration: underline;">litter of puppies</span> for a walk. Suddenly, Ginny's puppy gave a jerk and escaped from her hand. It had seen a <span style="text-decoration: underline;">brood of hens</span> walking by. "Don't you want to see that <span style="text-decoration: underline;">herd of sweet cows</span>?" Ginny called out to her puppy. But the puppy shook his head and went to see a <span style="text-decoration: underline;">pride</span> 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 <span style="text-decoration: underline;">flock of sheep</span> grazing.</div>
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"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 <span style="text-decoration: underline;">troop</span> of dancers" replied Mr. Arthur. "Hey look! your puppy is tripping over that <span style="text-decoration: underline;">orchestra of musicians</span>!" exclaimed William. "Come here, you naughty puppy" said Ginny firmly, "we're going home now". The puppy obeyed.</div>
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As they walked home, they spotted a <span style="text-decoration: underline;">stand of flamingoes</span>. "Aren't these beautiful?" said Mrs. Claire as she took a picture of <span style="text-decoration: underline;">squabble of seagulls</span>. "No! these are!" said William pointing to a <span style="text-decoration: underline;">murder of crows</span>. When they reached home, Ginny's puppy ran up and down the <span style="text-decoration: underline;">flight of stairs</span>, a <span style="text-decoration: underline;">pack of cards</span> in his mouth. Ginny and William got a <span style="text-decoration: underline;">stack of books</span> and wrote about all the collective nouns they had learned that day.</div>
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brightening up.<span> </span>“Yay!” squealed Dopey
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“Let’s think” replied Dopey. “I Know”! Spots jumped up. “ In our last adventure
there was an old cat right?” “ Remember she gave me a wand? “Though nobody knew
because it was a secret”. “ I know what you are thinking” interrupted Dopey. “
Let’s use the wand to stop the avalanche!” “Exactly” said Spots. “But we don’t
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from coming” said Spots. “Let me see” said Whiskers picking up a book. “Meanwhile
make sure that the magic cookies which I’m baking don’t get burnt okay Spots?”
he said sternly. Spots did as he was told. After 10 seconds<span> </span>Whiskers called Spots in. “So?” said Spots. “How
do we do it?” “Think of your happiest memory” said Whiskers. “Then your saddest”.
“That’s all?” asked Dopey. “No”. “Then wave your wand and say ‘Iscartem fisa’. “Got
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is one fierce cat!” exclaimed Spots outside. “ Ya, she gives me the
heebeejeebees” agreed Dopey. “Now let’s go and freeze the avalanche!” squealed
Spots. Dopey and Spots rushed to stop the avalanche.”I say Spots” said Dopey
stopping to catch her breath, “Have <span> </span>you read
the latest Catty Potter?” “It’s about this wonderful wizard cat with his <span> </span>friends Hermousnee<span> </span>Granger and Rat Weasley”. “Dopey, there is NO
time to talk about doggy joggy Potter!” said Spots. “The avalanche is coming in
one minute!” And it surely was coming. So Spots and Dopey continued racing to
the avalanche. Finally they reached, panting. “Perform the magic, Spots” urged
Dopey. “Do it!” Spots thought of his happiest and saddest memories.<span> </span>Then with confidence he said “Iscartem fisa”!
The avalanche stopped. Then it slowly melted. “Yay!” squealed Dopey giving her
friend a big hug. “ We would have been in danger if you hadn’t stopped the
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<b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;">Good morning, I’m Pratya from class 4E and my topic is ‘</span>Are minds of people getting eroded due to present state of competitiveness in the game of Cricket?<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;">’</span></b></div>
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<b>Yes, I believe so. All of us love to watch cricket. But some people go crazy about it and lose focus on other things. So, minds of people are getting eroded due to the game of Cricket.</b></div>
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<b>Let’s look at some examples to prove this point. Do you remember the World Cup? Of course you do! Everyone was excited about it. We were all delighted that India won. Our minds got on that event and we couldn’t stop talking about it. This was certainly a distraction. Children can lose track of studies if they only think about Cricketers. Also, if we read only the Cricket section in the daily newspaper, we won’t know about other important things going on around us. We won’t even be able to enjoy other fun things like Books if we keep dreaming about Cricket! Sometimes, Cricket distracts us so much that we get tensed about the matches. A few children say “Teacher, I couldn’t do my homework because I was busy watching the world cup!” For example, my brother always says “Can’t I go out and play Cricket instead of staying inside the house?!</b></div>
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<b>I’m not saying that Cricket is all bad. It keeps us fit and healthy if we play it. It’s also a great entertainment to watch Dhoni hit sixers! It gives us an opportunity to show our patriotism for our country. Cricket can also teach us math through adding scores, angle of bowling, etc. It shows us great teamwork.</b></div>
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<b>However, if Cricket is all we play, watch, and talk about, we won’t learn anything else. And that will definitely erode our minds because our minds grow by learning new things. In conclusion, we all love cricket but we should have limits. We should only watch important matches and use the remaining time for other activities. That will keep our minds sharp.</b></div>
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<b>That said, Go RCB!</b></div>
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<b>Thank you!!</b></div>
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Pratya P ツhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18177340705025726010noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4187514308889541669.post-21228292926810797532011-09-10T03:09:00.000-04:002011-09-10T03:09:09.864-04:00The Adventures of Spots: The Mystery of the Missing Ring<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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By: Pratya</b><br />
<b>Three words: Dog, Cat, Bird</b><br />
<b>Word-giver: Natasha</b><br />
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There was once a dog named Spots. He lived in Paris and was a stray. He had 2 friends Dopey the kitten and Pat the parrot. “Hey Pat how are you?” asked Spots. “Fine!” replied Pat with a grin. “Guess what Dopey did this time!?” said Pat. “She acted like a crazy dog and licked everything she saw! There is Dopey! What’s going on Dope?” asked Spots. ”I am waiting for another adventure” replied Dopey.
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Before Pat could say anything Mr. John the police dog came running by. "What happened Mr. John?" asked Spots politely. “Polly the parrot dropped her ring somewhere” replied Mr. John hurriedly. I need to sniff it out! “Guys, we need to help Polly, meet at the bus stop at 11:30”said Pat. Bye! First we need to find out where Polly went today thought Spots. He found a piece of chicken and gobbled it up.
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When it was 11:30 the animals met. “Let’s investigate!”squealed Dopey. “No, first we need to split up” said Pat firmly. “Dopey and I will go to the road and start searching. Spots can ask Polly a few questions.” “Sure!” said Spots. Spots ran to Polly’s house. “Who is it?” called Polly. Me, Spots! “Come in”. “So why did you come here?” asked Polly. “To ask you a few questions” replied Spots. “Be fast, I need to take my babies to flying classes!” hurried Polly. “Where were you when you lost the ring?” inquired Spots. “In Squawky rainforest” answered Polly.” Bye I need to take my babies! “ Squawky rainforest” Spots murmured to himself as he went to meet Pat and Dopey. “Hi Spots!” said Pat. “Found anything? Yup! Spots told them about the rainforest. Did you find anything?” asked Spots. “No” said Dopey. “Except, Dopey thought that a snake was some yarn to play with” added Pat. “Patricia!”
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“Here’s mom calling, I need to, bye!” said Pat.
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“Why don’t we search in squawky rainforest?”suggested Dopey. “We need Pat as a guide” reminded Spots. Dopey yawned. “Goodnight!” said Spots. Both of them curled up and were soon fast asleep.
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“Wake up sleepy heads!” screeched Pat in the morning, “we got work to do!” “Ready!” said Dopey and Spots. “Well, let’s get going to Squawky rainforest!” said Spots. “It’s such a long distance” protested Dopey. “Mary the flying horse is going to take us” replied Pat. At that moment Mary the flying horse appeared in front of them. “Get on” she said.
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The friends had a wonderful adventure flying on the horse. “Cool!” said Dopey when they reached. “Spots! Sniff under the bushes, Dopy! Search on the ground” Pat ordered “I’ll check in the trees”. The friends searched and searched but the ring was nowhere to be found. “I guess we should come tomorrow” panted Spots, her tongue hanging out. “Certainly” said Pat. “There is Pamela” said Dopey. “Hey Pam!” called Spots. “Dopy told me that you guys were going to find Polly’s ring” said Pam. “Got anything?” “No, we are coming back tomorrow” replied Pat. “Come to my house kennel. We’ll have a few biscuits” said Pam. “Sure! I’m starving” moaned Dopey.
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It was soon 6:00 in the morning. Spots didn’t feel like snoozing, so he went for a little walk. “Hey there!” Rosy the cat called. “I gave birth to a new kitten!”. “What did you name him” asked Spots. “Mewsie”.
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Suddenly, there was a yelp. Mewsie had fallen in the pool. “Mewsieeee” squealed Rosey. Spots dived into the pool. He caught hold of the little kitten and she was saved. “I don’t know how to thank you!” exclaimed Rosey. “My pleasure” said Spots with a grin. Soon Dopey and Pat joined him. “What’s up” asked Pat. Spots told them. “Good for you buddy!” said Dopey with a grin. “Now let’s go to the rainforest”. “What about Mary?” asked Spots. “She’s too busy, so we’ll have to walk” said Pat.
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On the way, they met an old cat. She stopped them and pointed at Spots. “O O O oo say moosy” “What?” said Dopey confused. “She’s saying that Spots saved Mewsie” explained Pat. “Moosy e ma gadotre”. “Mewsie is my granddaughter” repeated Spots. “I gee sommy ee reta” said the cat. “She’s going to give Spots something in return” said Dopey delighted.
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The old cat rummaged in her purse and pulled a ring out. “That’s Polly’s ring!” said Spots excited. “Yay! We found the ring!” said Dopey delighted. “Did you steal it?” Pat asked suspiciously. “Me fa the rafa” said the cat. “She found it in the rainforest” said the friends. “Polly would never have found the ring if you hadn’t saved Mewsie!” said Dopey giving her friend a big hug.
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“Thank you so much!” exclaimed Polly. “It was nothing” said Spots modestly, “couldn’t have done it without Pat, Dopey, and of course the cat”.
“Tha Ku” said the cat.
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Pratya P ツhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18177340705025726010noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4187514308889541669.post-81167940660615628032011-08-20T07:47:00.000-04:002011-08-20T07:47:56.129-04:00The Tri-Sport Tournament<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><b>Three words:Football, Cricket, Hockey</b><br />
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There was once a boy named Nithin. He was extremely clever and good in sports. His 3 favorite sports were cricket, football, and hockey. He lived in Mumbai with his sister (Nitya), mom, dad and his little poodle' Tinker'.<br />
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One day Nithin's teacher announced that there was to be a sports match between the girls and boys of 4th grade! What are the sports? asked Tara. "Cricket, football and hockey." replied the teacher. "Yaaaaay!" shouted the boys. "Booooo!" squealed the girls. "Pack your bags everyone" said the teacher.<br />
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Nithin excitedly discussed about the matches with his friends. "Cricket is tomorrow" said Ria. Girls rule! shrieked Nitya. "Very funny"muttered Nithin. They soon reached. Tinker barked excitedly when he saw Nithin and Nitya. " Sorry Tinks, we have to practice Cricket" said Nitya patting the poodle on the head. "Ask dad to play Fetch with you" added Nithin.<br />
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Nitya and a few girls started practicing. The boys also did. "I'm tired" panted Nitya after an hour and scoring 40 runs. The children went home pleased with their work. "Wuff wuff!" Tinker greeted them. Nitya got some food and freshwater for Tinker while Nithin gave him a wash. Then both of them had their dinner and went to bed. Nithin dreamt of winning the sports cup. Soon it was morning. The children brushed their teeth and combed their hair. They ran to catch the bus. Soon the match began.<br />
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<b> </b>The girls batted first. "Come on Nitya!" shouted Ria. Nitya gracefully hit a six and ran. "Six runs!" said the umpire. Sonia batted next and scored 4 runs. "Come on boys!" groaned Pranav. Next Adya batted and was out as Nithin caught the ball. "Good job!" said Pranav. Nithin grinned. "Nithin catches the ball and Adya is out!" shorted the umpire. Next Tanya batted and scored 20 runs. "Awesome Tanya!" said Sonia. All girls got a chance. They were good. Soon every girl was out. "The girls totally made 70 runs!" shouted the umpire.<br />
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Then the boys batted. Everyone batted well. Pranav scored 20 runs. "Awesome Pranav!" said Nithin. Next Rahul batted. He scored 10 runs. Finally, only Nithin was left. "Come on Nithin!" screamed Vedarth, "You can do it!" chorused the boys in unison. Adya spinned the ball. Nithin swiftly hit the ball. "Sixer!" shouted the boys. But unfortunately Nithya gave a leaping jump and caught the ball! "Nitya! Nitya! Nitya!" chorused the grils. "It's an Out! The girls team wins by 2 points!" shouted the umpire.<br />
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The boys sadly walked away. "Yaaay!" shrieked the girls. "We rock'n rule!". "It's okay, it's just a game" said Nithin soothingly. "We have football to look forward to" said Pranav who could not bear to lose. Meanwhile the girls were still yelling. "How can we lose!? we have been playing longer than the girls have been!" exclaimed Rahul. "There is Ginny" said Vedarth. Ginny was a bright student who loved challenges. She was kind and the most popular person in class. "Hi guys! I'm really sorry you lost" said Ginny. "It's ok, we are sure we're going to beat you up in football" said Nithin bravely. "All the best" said Ginny with a wink. "Yaay!" the girls shouted meanwhile. "Unusual girl, that Ginny is" muttered Rahul. "Home time!" shouted the teacher.<br />
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Nithin went to find Nitya. He expected to see her with a group of girls. Instead she was sitting in a corner crying. "Nitya, what happened?" Nithin exclaimed. "Ginny slipped in the girls bathroom. She fractured her leg!" "Really?!" Nithin was shocked. He spread the news to the class. They were all sorry for poor Ginny. When Nithin and Nitya reached home, they told their mom about Ginny and Cricket. She immediately rang up Ginny's mom to see if Ginny was OK. She was in the hospital. Then Nithin's mom congratulated Nitya and kissed Nithin on his head. "Do better next time!" she said. Now Tinker perked up his ears when he heard the name Ginny. He was a "Ginny Fan" and wanted to help her somehow. So he started to think.<br />
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The next day, Tinker collected everything he could fine, like an old ribbon, rubber bands, and clips. Then he asked Goldie the clever bird next door to help him look like a girl. Goldie at once helped him. Tinker also practiced walking like a human being.<br />
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"Tomorrow is the football match" announced Nitya. "Let's see who wins!" said Nithin. "We still need someone to take Ginny's place" complained Nitya. Tinker at once started practicing football when he heard the name Ginny. Then he quickly pretended to sleep when Nithin looked.<br />
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The next day, the match began. Tinker walked to Nitya and showed her that he wanted to be in the team. "Girls!" called Nitya, "new member!". None of the girls guessed that it was old Tinker. Tinker was very pleased that he could help Ginny. "Aren't you excited, Tara?" asked Ria. 'I would rather fly on a broomstick with Harry Potter" said Tara who was a Harry Potter fan. 'Ready girls?" Nitya asked. "Tara, that old stick is not a wand!".<br />
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The match started. First the boys scored 2 goals. Then the girls caught up and scored 3 goals. Nithin kicked the ball in the net but unfortunately it was saved by Niketa the goal keeper. Soon both the teams got 19 goals. "Last point wins!" said the umpire. Then Tinker tackled Vedarth and passed the ball to Tara. "This is a snitch" said Tara. "Whatever a snitch is we don't care, just shoot!" shrieked Tanya. Tara passed the ball to Tinker who shot the ball right into the goal! "Girls win!" screamed the umpire. "Awesome!" the girls told Tinker.<br />
"We win! by the way can I call you Tinker? you look exactly like my dog!"<br />
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Meanwhile the boys didn't care whether they lost of won."Did you know that, even if you win hockey, girls win the sports cup?" exclaimed Ria. "I don't care!" shouted Nithin. Something told Nithin that the boys would certainly win the sports cup. Even though he was angry with the girls for winning, he phoned Ginny and told her about the match. She was delighted. Meanwhile tinker was happily licking everything he saw.<br />
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The next day, Ginny was back. Her classmates greeted her warmly. "Where is this person who made our team win?" Ginny demanded. "She is from another school and we didn't take her address" replied Charity. "Great!" muttered Ginny.<br />
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In the evening, the boys started practicing. The girls thought they would easily win and didn't practice. Tara read Harry Potter while Ginny, Sonia, Nitya, Ria, and Charity played handball. The boys practiced hockey for 2 hours and went home panting.<br />
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The next day was the match. Nithin and Nitya brushed their teeth, combed their hair, and ran to catch the bus. When the reached, the match started. "The team that gets 20 points wins!" screamed the umpire. Nithin tried tackling Ria but she passed the ball to Charity. Charity got tackled by Pranav but Ginny tackled him and shot a goal. "Yay!" said the girls. Then Tara was tackled by Nithin who shot a goal. Nitya tried to shoot by Rahul was too quick for her passed the ball to Vedarth who short agoal. At the end, the score was 19 all. Nithin hit a hard beautiful shot and it was a goal!!!! "Yay!" yelled the boys patting Nithin on the back. "We won 2 matches" protested Ria. "Shh! Principal is approaching!" said Sania.<br />
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"Good morning children" said the principal pleasantly. "You have all done excellent in the sports. The girls have won 2 matches. I can see the boys have determinedly played well. I'm happy to announce that the boys win the cup! They win because they did not give up!" "Yahooooooooo" shrieked the boys kissing the cup.<br />
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</b></div>Pratya P ツhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18177340705025726010noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4187514308889541669.post-17965195323604860432011-08-08T12:57:00.000-04:002011-08-08T12:57:31.834-04:00Interactive Experiences<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">(Elocution topic for Shilp Encounter, August, 2011, written by Pratya)<br />
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<div class="MsoNormal">Hi, I’m Pratya from class 4E. My topic today is Interactive Experiences. I will describe interactions in a family and at the hospital.</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">We have several interactions within our families. Let’s first look at how my family interacts to make an important decision. <span> </span>I want a pet dog and I tell that to my Mom at dinner table. She replies “Dogs are dirty. You are too young to take care of one”. My brother says “I’m scared that the dog will drool on me and bite my hand”. Then dad says “we will get a small puppy and all of us will take care of it”. Finally mom agrees to get a dog for my next birthday. This is one interaction I really enjoyed!</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">Such things keep cropping up in our family. We talk, discuss, argue, and show love. Like, “are you feeling well dear?” mom asks if I’m looking dull. You can always interact with your parents about your problems and they help you solve them.</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">Some interactions go on about a particular topic. You can discuss with your parents about what happens at the school. Parents and siblings are like our best friends, they are curious to know how we spent our day.</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">Sometimes, you fight with your siblings about certain things. I say, “Let’s watch Harry Potter on TV”. My little brother Rohan says “I want Tom and Jerry! Harry Potter is scary”. Of course I know that he is wrong! So we get into an argument and then we try to negotiate. I tell him about Harry Potter and now he wants to watch it with me. We also crack jokes and talk about humorous things that happened. </div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">We also interact with our extended families. We interact with our cousins about what games to play and what gifts they got. Our aunts and uncles ask us what birthday gifts we want. We ask our grandparents “How are you?” They say “Are you taking care of your parents?” Then we start telling them about the big events at school and they tell us about what happened when our parents were young. It is a lot of fun to interact with grandparents; they are full of love and lessons.</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">I recently came to know that I can interact with my father even when he is traveling! I send him an email telling him that we miss him. This makes him really happy and he immediately calls us on the phone.</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">Next, let us look at interactions at a hospital. When we go to the hospital, we first give our name to the person at the front desk. After sitting in the waiting room for a long time, the doctor calls us in. We tell her our problems. She interacts with us and figures out what is bothering us, like fever, flu etc. Then she gives us medicines telling us how to use them. While giving injections she asks questions to take our mind off it. She tells us good items to eat when sick. The nurses usually check our weight and height to see how we are growing up. I used to think that hospitals are all about painful injections, but these interactions make the visits fun!</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">In summary, things happen smoothly in the world because of interactions between people. It is important for us to learn how to interact nicely with different people in various environments. I hope you enjoyed this little interaction at Shilp Encounter!</div><br />
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