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Written by Millie
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Tuesday, 13 May 2008 00:15 |
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I should begin this with a disclaimer. Any time we post a story of Millie's it is something she has had us write or type verbatim. We don't change it. In fact, we couldn't make this stuff up!
I saw a baby bird today. If you came down our street or a familiar sidewalk (or maybe in your neighborhood) you might find a dead baby bird. |
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Written by Millie
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Saturday, 10 May 2008 02:11 |
Hop it little rabbit
For the wind may blow
Eat little seed from the ground
And be happy with what you found
Other little bunnies
Hopping down the road
It’s so glad to be a fris-froad
And I love being alive |
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Written by Millie
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Saturday, 23 February 2008 20:13 |
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Dad had a cat. The cat was black. The cat chased mice. Did the cat catch a mouse? The cat caught a mouse! Cat ran. Mouse ran. Cat caught mouse. Mouse caught cat. Mouse jumped. Cat jumped. Cat walked. Mouse talked. Up and down. The roads they go. "Where are you cat?" said mouse. "Right here!" said cat. Mouse giggled. "Silly mouse!" said cat. "Where are you mouse?" "Right here! Right here!" said mouse. Cat said, "Mouse-mousey mouse mouse." Boing goes cat. Boing goes mouse. "Here! Here!" says mouse. "Up here!" says cat. "Can I climb that tree?" asks mouse. "Time to go home." said cat. Mouse said, "I don't want to go home." "But we have to go home," said cat, "My owner is probably wondering where I am." "Oh", said mouse, "I think I better go back to my mouse hole. You are right." The End. |
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Written by Millie
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Saturday, 23 February 2008 19:56 |
A dog went to its mother. Of course, it had an owner. “And it was very brave,” thought the mother, “If the dog had not been so crazy.” And the dog was very lovelessly about it. He was not crazy. He was funny. And he was very all about himself. This is all about a dog. “You can discover,” said the dog to his mother. “Well, you can discover more than me.” And the dog said, “It’s no fair mother. That’s no fair because this is not a sentence.”
The End. |
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Written by Millie
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Saturday, 23 February 2008 19:54 |
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Once upon a time, there was a bunny. And that little bunny went to town. And she found an apple. And she could of dropped a pebble! She liked to do whatever she needed to do and she liked to do it because she lived with her mother and that was because her strange sentence was she lived with her mother. And she liked to do what she liked to do. And she liked to do what she liked to do because she liked it because she lived with her mommy and everything. |
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