My New Home!

Grrr, I hate this place… too many people, too crowded and too squished! Oh wait, you don’t know what all this is about, do you? Well ok, one day I was just being myself in my natural habitat when this group of men came and put me into this huge glass container! It was terrible! Anyway they brought me to a big, ugly place and they called me an amazing blob of junk! I mean… how RUDE? Apparently, I’ll have to get used to my ‘New Home’ and that people will come from all over the world to see me!

The Worst Birthday EVER!

Thursday 28th June
Today is my birthday! Mum and dad have decided to book a restaurant that we can walk to so we can celebrate. I don’t think I am supposed to be up yet so I think I should get back to sleep.
My brother is finally up and I am super excited, I am getting into my blue shorts and top. Hmmm I wonder what I could have for breakfast, I know pancakes!
“MUM,DAD ARE YOU AWAKE…YOU PROBABLY ARE NOW…BUT THAT’S NOT THE POINT!” I hope today will be nice, yesterday was boring it was raining all morning!

The Poacher’s Twisted Gun!

On a windy day, far back in the forest, four poachers were ready to get some birds. The first poacher was called Billy, the second was called Bob, the third was called Maria and the fourth was called Mary. Now, they all lived at a shed and they had a cupboard were they put their revolvers, but on Thursday 21st June, Mary opened her cupboard to find her revolver’s end all twisted up in a knot! She was extremely shocked and frightened. She was so frightened she packed her suitcase and ran away! The gun is out on her street!

The Journey To Kent!!

I am on my way to Kent but I am super tired as we had to get up at 6:oo in the morning! My mum and dad usually give me and my brother the telly to put on the back of the seat so we can watch the telly while on an extremely long car journey but today they said we have to look out of the window. While I looked out I saw a HUGE BRIGE SPRINKLED in PINK DAFFODILS! It was the best site and oh wow we are here at the Kent hotel. My room is amazing.


The Old Railroad.

“I am here to tell you all a story about a little boy. He is a great explorer and he was walking in the woods when he found an interesting looking road, he called it The Old Railroad. He described it as mossy, broken, old and gross. His grandfarther remembered finding that same railroad that he found. But, it wasn’t mossy or broken or old or gross. In fact it was pretty, made of gold, used and only about 17 years of age! It had totally changed. Can any one guess who that little boy was?”

“He was you story teller.”