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Animal Adventure Comment of the Week
Cubby Berry - Age 12 - From IRELAND
Maybe people shold think about the animals before they dump their garbage! Anyway's what help is it if you dump you trash on the floor? maybe people should recycle or dispose their compst.
Team Animal Fact of the Week
Michelle Vow - Age 14 - From UNITED STATES OF AMERICA (USA)
The color of the coyote's pelt varies from grayish brown to yellowish gray on the upper parts, while the throat and belly tend to have a buff or white color. The forelegs, sides of the head, muzzle and paws are reddish brown. The back has tawny-colored underfur and long, black-tipped guard hairs that form a black dorsal stripe and a dark cross on the shoulder area. The black-tipped tail has a scent gland located on its dorsal base. Coyotes shed once a year, beginning in May with light hair loss, ending in July after heavy shedding. The ears are proportionately large in relation to the head, while the feet are relatively small in relation to the rest of the body. Certain experts have noted that the shape of a domestic dog's brain case is closer to the coyote's in shape than the wolf's. Mountain dwelling coyotes tend to be dark furred while desert coyotes tend to be more yellowish in color.
Idea Seeker Write Me A Story
Lilly - 11 - CANADA
The story continues from this beginning:
Dumonde and Tra are trying to teach Kimma how to start her own organic garden in the Palace Courtyard! Growing your own vegetables is healthier, saves money, and saves fossil fuels because you're not buying produce that was shipped using gas and oil. But Kimma's not interested! "My parents can ship in food from all over Sarillion. Why should I work to grow my own food?" Sounds like Sloth Cloud has had an effect on Kimma! Could a Persistence Plant Baby help? Write the rest of the story.
No it could not help now you get off your lazy butt and come and do your own work .But i can't and it's lame stupid and boring. No it's not and stop talking about yourself. Oh dry Tra said. Your not lame stupid or boring Dumonde said while laughing. Im tired im taking a nap. Watever Tra said.YAWNNNNNN!!!!!!
Oh were are we. We are in mission tunnel. Whats mission tunel Kimma asked? No questions just follow Tra said. Hey whats that over there Dumonde asked. Well lets go see Kimma said. EWWWWWWWWWWWWW whats that on your forhead Kimma asked. Oh it's my moms leftover food from her teeth. She gave me a kiss i guess it got on my head yumm yumm yumm Dumonde said as he started eating it. Ring, ring, ring
Mom: hey hun
Dumonde: oh hi
Mom: what are you doing
Dumonde: Oh nothing im just eating the food from your teeth
Mom: isn't it good
Mom: ok hunn gotta go talk to ya later bye
Dumonde: bye mom
was that your mom Kimma asked?
Noooo it was his animal friend Tra said sarcasticaly.
Hey look i found some shinny things Tra said.
It's treasure you idiot Kimma said.
I knew that i wanted to see if you got any dummer.
HA,HA,HA,HA Dumonde said. Put the shut to the up ok Kimma said
Well at least we know you could speak sence Tra said.
Ok let's get a move on Dumonde said.
Hey a horse. Well c'mon let's go see if we could get a lift get i lift.
Not funny Tra said.
!!!TWO HOURS LATER!!!
Im tired Kimma said.
We know Tra said.
How do you know Kimma asked.
Beacause your always staying up late at night trying to make up jokes that make sence .Anyways let's go home ok everyone a greed.
SIX HOURS LATER
OH MY GOSHH is that spider man
No it's BIG FOOT RUNN!!!
Ahhhhhhhhh!!! I can't breath Kimma and Dumonde said.
Then go outside and get some air Tra said laughing her head off.
We made it we made it home.
No we made it back to the jungle Tra said obiously sarcasticaly.
Kimma wake up Kimma wake up wake up wake up wake up.
Huh MOM!!! Tra Domonde are you ok. Yes were fine the question is are you ok?
Yeah im fine when did we get home.
you never left Domonde said.
Then i was dreaming.
Go and do the guardening please oh yes i would love to.
Then EVERYONE started to laugh.
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Hanna - 13 - UNITED STATES OF AMERICA (USA)
"There is a visitor coming tomorrow," my mother called from the kitchen. "Go sweep the porch off. He is a very important business man that your father has to talk to, you must be on your best behavior."
"Yes Mom," I said reluctantly.
I headed off to the cleaning closet to get a broom. My father often had many important businessmen that came and went. I always had to be very quiet and not say anything. It was not very fun. Especially when they came on Saturdays. Then I never had the school bus to rescue me from more jobs. When I finished sweeping, I scooped up my books and headed to the bus. At school I headed to the Music class, my favorite class. In the music class, the teacher was talking about how to play bagpipes. The music teacher showed us how to place our fingers on it, but we were not allowed to play it since it was the teacher's only one, and she did not want it to get broken. I fingered the bagpipes lovingly, my greatest dream is to be a famous musician someday, and I had a hankering to play those beautiful bagpipes. I handed the bagpipes back to the teacher and then headed out to the bus. The whole way home I stared out the window and thought about playing that beautiful instrument. I thought about asking my parents during supper to buy me one, but then I remembered about the visitor coming and my steps coming up the lane dragged in the dirt. I helped my mother set the table, then went to wash my hands as the visitor was due to arrive any minute. When I came out, I was surprised to see my father and the visitor sitting at the table. I was shocked to see the visitor was wearing jeans and a t-shirt.
"Howdy," he said nodding at me. He grinned showing perfect white teeth.
The whole meal I hardly took my eyes off of him. He was very different from all the other businessmen that came to our house. I gradually picked up from the conversation that the man was trying to sell some bagpipes in my father's store. He also said that if my father were to consent, he would pay a monthly fee for the space in the shop, plus one third of the money that he made. My heart was in my throat. I desperately wanted this odd man to sell bagpipes in my father's store. I do not know why, I suppose that I wanted to get one of his bagpipes. My father finally agreed. I was overjoyed! The man grinned one of his wide grins, then he took out of his bag a bagpipe. I could barely sit still.
My father graciously accepted it, then handed it to me saying, "Bobby here loves musical instruments, don't you Bobby?"
"Yes sir," I sputtered.
"Well," said the visitor, "You can have lessons from me if you come to the store. Maybe it would improve business."
Every day from then on, I had lessons from him. I am now a famous bagpipe player, and I owe it all to the visitor.