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My Butterflies October 30, 2009

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This a speech that Caesar recently gave during our morning assembly.

Caesar Yang, 5 Red

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It was a sunny day.  As usual my mom was in the garden taking care of her plants. She was so excited to tell everybody that she found a few butterfly eggs on the leaves of a lemon tree.  We were all surprised and discussed keep whether or not we should keep the butterfly eggs.

The next morning, mom found two more eggs again and so we decided to raise them until they grew up to be butterflies.  To raise the caterpillars, we needed to do some daily care, to fed them and clean their environment everyday so we carefully chose the freshest leaves and wiped out the moisture. Any water could make them die; even a drop! After that, we cleaned the feces from the box and changed the new leaves.

Caterpillars are eating machines. The only jobs for them to do are to eat and to poo.  Day by day, they were changing all the time. They ate more and more and they became bigger and bigger. The colors were beginning to change. From the beginning, the baby caterpillars were black and white. Few days later, they changed to be a light green bud. Few more days later, they became strong green modzilla and were ready to fight with Godzilla. They would straighten their red tentacles when they were angry.

After a week, a strange thing happened. The eldest caterpillar stopped eating. It climbed to a higher place to keep away from the other caterpillars. It started spinning. One day latter it became a chrysalis. Only two thin strings held the big chrysalis. The chrysalis looked just like a dangerous tree house. The other caterpillars also became chrysalis. We waited and waited, and waited. They were so quiet and nothing happened. One day, two days, three days passes and still nothing happened

Then, one night, about one week later, a beautiful butterfly appeared in the box. It seemed like it was too weak to wave its wings. We thought this is the time let it fly to the sky. Next morning, we were so eager to check the status of her new life of butterfly. She was so beautiful and shinny especially in the daylight. At last, we had to say goodbye because we know she belongs to nature.

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A Mean, Old Man October 30, 2009

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Last week the students wrote a short story about a mean, old man who lives next door them.  Here are a few of the students stories;

Jennifer – 5 Red

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My neighbour is a senior man. He hates other people especially children. He is old and insane. He lives by himself. His lovely wife died and his son has to work in another country, so the senior man always feels very mean.

One day, I went to school. I had a superb day at school, so I had a superb mood, too. However, when I went home, I saw that the senior man was breaking the windows of my house! He used a wooden stick to break every window! I was scared to go home. When the senior man went home, I went home, too, but the windows were all broken and we had to fix them.

The next day, everyone wanted to talk with the senior man, but they were afraid, so they didn’t go. I saw the senior man had gone and we knew that he had already moved to another house.


Grace, 5 Blue

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There is a rude, elderly man who lives next door to me. He has jet black hair, eyes as black as night, a mushy beard and oversized feet. He never ever has a smile on his face.

He hates children and so he hates me. I rode my bike past his house once and he pushed me off my bike. I crashed into the solid ground. Another time, I bought an ice-cream cone. When he saw me, he took my ice-cream cone and fed it to his dog!  The next day I was playing basketball, I accidentally threw my ball over his fence and he threw it in his nasty trash can!

I hate being his neighbour. He is so mean! I wish he could be gone, but it will never happen!


Johnathan, 5 Yellow

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There is a horrid foolish woman who lives beside me.  She has a lengthy, pointy nose with terrible, green boogers sticking around it, and she has only a little hair.  Also she has a stinky beard and yucky spots all over on her body that are ready to explode!

Once my daft, little dog—puffy, ran into her room.  She shouted and threw all the things that she could throw at puffy, even knives!! When we got in, pitiful puffy was dead with blood all around him.  Oh, my God! She is terrible!!