Month: June 2014
Greek History
I want to tell you more about Greek history.
A king wears a crown. A crown, that’s right. Greeks like fancy clothing and they have ropes around their cloaks. Greeks sometimes choose to wear gold and armor.
Now for the houses. A house is very poor like a dirt floor, a fire, hay to sleep on, and a straw roof.
In Greek mythology, the earth came from a dark place called Chaos. The earth was called Gaea. The Greeks believed that the earth Gaea gave birth to the sky. Then the earth and sky gave birth to twelve giants. There was a lot of conflict between the earth, the sky, and the twelve giants.
One of the grandchildren was Zeus. Zeus was armed with a thunderbolt. He could change his shape. He could be everywhere. He was a protector of everything.
My Billings Farm Trip
I think that I would drive myself, but we’re on a trip to a farm! I played with some old-fashioned toys. They were fun. I went in a wagon with real horses. We saw chicks. Sheep are the best thing. They yell in my ear. Yow!
Bethany’s Baby Bird
One day Bethany was walking to school.
“What a lovely day!” Bethany said.
“Hey Bethany, over here, said John.
“Hi, BFF,” Grace said.
Then a baby bird fell on Bethany’s head.
Twenty years later. . . . .
Bethany had a boyfriend. His name is John. Bethany married him. He likes rice, apples, carrots, and more.
Two years later . . . .
Bethany became queen, and John turned out to be a flying unicorn! Then they rode above the evergreens.
“I want to be queen forever,” Bethany announced.
“Aaaah! Come on!” the people yelled.
“I know you are sad, but I will say you are free to read and write your own books, and most of all you are free to LIVE! I love bathrooms because to keep away the evil germs. I say we love the chair!” Bethany yelled.
Pioneer Days
I am a settler. I ride the trail. Then Bossy R rode into town. Yyyyyhaaa. His horse is named Rodeo Bob, and his master is Bossy R.
Black
Black is the smell of smoke.
Black is burnt baking.
Black is black frosting.
Black is a horrible wet dog.
Black is a juicy marker.
Black is dark silk.
Black is the cold, dark, night breeze blowing me away.
Black is the coldest breeze thrashing me down.
Black is fearless and as dark as a ninja suit.
Black is baking with black eggs.
Black is yummy, yum.
Black, black, black.