Ted

This is Ted the crog.  A crog is a frog and dog mixed together.  Ted eats dogfood, and hops on lilypads. Ted loves to cuddle.  Ted has a special spot in the yard.  It's right under the tree, where the leaves fall.  It's also the sunniest part of the yard.  I always or usually, lay down a blanket.  If I rake the leaves, Ted jumps in them.  Then I have to rake them again and again until I have to yell for Ted to stop about a million times.  Ted has a friend named Zeeky.  We call him Zeek, or sometimes Z.  Z loves the same things that Ted likes.  He will do anythign Ted does.

Visit

Last night my grandparents came.  I call my grandma Po Po because she likes being called that.  It sounds cool to me.  Today they walked with us today. My neighborhood has a LOT of kids.  Let's see…let me count…twelve kids not counting me.  Or my brother.  A lot of kids have nerf guns.  Nerf guns aren't real guns, of course.  They are fake guns.  Teagan, a girl in my neighborhood, comes in my house sometimes.

Joshua Tree

Three years ago I went camping in Joshua Tree with my family.  There was a lot of rocks.  It looked like a fort so my brother Caden and I went to explore.  It was like a fort.  After some chicken soup we toasted marshmallows and we made s'mores.  Then we set up our sleeping bags and went to sleep.  In the morning I had to go to the bathroom in a honey bucket.  Yuck!

Pluots

The first time I ate a pluot, I wanted a second one.  A pluot is a plum and an apricot mixed together.  It looks like a plum and tastes like a plum.  The first time I ate a pluot was when we were looking at my grandma's new house in Oregon City.  Her house has four acres.  Two barns, one that used to have cows.  Grandma is going to rip out the carpet, put in floor and I think she is going to repaint some stuff. My grandpa might build a treehouse for us.  They have an apple tree, I think.  They have two dogs named Toby and Lucy who are poodles.  Lucy is the mother of Toby.  Lucy had two other pups, but they don't like big dogs very much.

Mary

One day a girl named Mary was surfing, and then she spotted a big, giant wave.  Mary tried to surf faster.  She couldn't.  But then she saw a rescue boat.  She yelled, "Help! Help!" The boat driver heard her and helped her aboard.  She said, "thanks" and then she went up to the room and laid on the bed in her wetsuit.  She had dried off so she went under the covers.  She was shivering when she remembered a serious problem.  She did not know if they had her surf board.  Even though she was still shivering, she ran down to the main area, seeing if she could see her surf board.  She did see it.  Thank goodness! She had rented that surfboard.

Rambutan

In Costa Rica, I ate Rambutan. It's a red rich fruit, with little spikes on it.

 It's really sweet, like I said.  It has a white inside, and a brown seed.

The seed is big.  The inside is juicy.  It is hard to peel but it's worth it. 

Manerva

I am Manerva the cat. It was Halloween, and I was wondering about, and I saw a pond. Let me back up. It was just a plain pond. Oddly enough, the pond had a big rock with a poem that said, "On a Holloween night, old miss Daisy will come, run, and..." And then it stopped. It was odd. I couldn't help wondering if that was a secret poem. I jumped to get a closer look. The date read, "1824" on it. It was written in rusty letters. i was scared, at the same time excited. i wondered if i could jump to it without getting a speak of water on me. then, if i could, i would make a wish. i saw some tall rocks in the water. i jumped from one to another, making sure i didn't get wet. i reached the big rock. it was vary narrow. i put my paw on it. i made a wish to have food and water. and it came true! i ate so much food!

Bunny

One day I was walking and I saw a bunny.  It said, "do you know where the carrots are"   I was shocked.  But I did say, "uhhhh…" I couldn't get to say, "Come with me."

Bellingham

My mom and dad and my brother went to Bellingham.  We had rented a house.  I had my own bedroom, with a big bed.  Same as my brother Caden's.  Our cousins came.  We had fun.  Then it was my brother's birthday.  He had a chocolate cake with candy canes, junior mints and mint frosting.  It was yummy.  Then we had to go to bed.  Eli, our cousin was going to stay the night, but then he didn't want to.  I forget.  We had pizza for dinner.

Mark Small

Hi, my name is Mark and I am a male dog, as you can see. I was walking with my owner, Rachel Veliź. She was walking me down Park street, a quiet neighborhood. She was looking at a flower she had never seen before. She was like, “Blah blah blah blah blah!” She accidently let go of my leash and I started to run so fast partly because I was let of standing right in the same spot. Rachel ran after me.  I start chasing my tail.  But then I did realize that Rachel was chasing me.  I hadn’t realized it before so I think I might have started to run faster. Rachel said something else like, “Mark! Blah blah blah!” Of course, I can only understand a few words in English like my name, sit, twist, paw and roll over.  I had to admit, I was a bit nervous of Rachel catching me but at the same time I was pretty hungry.  I wanted a bacon muffin!  That’s a muffin that is really good to me because it has bacon.  Rachel gets it for me when Rachel’s mom takes her to Club K.  Rachel doesn’t get one for herself because she thinks it is pretty disgusting but I am a dog.  Rachel actually did catch me because she does keep emergency nets to catch me because I have run off a lot of times.  She took me home and did not give me a treat when I was supposed to have one.  My treat is like regular treats that aren’t as good as bacon muffins.  When we got home I ate my whole dog food bowl but was still hungry because my treat is very filling like oatmeal is filling for humans.  

Mia

      Mia left the house. It was the afternoon, and Mia Zimmerman had a plan for the MGC. MGC meant “Math Girls Club”. She walked over to Lizzy Bean’s house and instantly she saw her friends: Lizzy, and Emma. “What’s 48 divided by 2?” Emma asked Mia as she walked in. “Hmmmm,” Mia thought. “Ohhh, I know! It’s 24!” The MGC was a good club. Each girl had at least one calculate, a note pad, a tag member ship, a lap top, a phone, pencils, a desk to work at and much more. The MGC had a ton of money. If you want to know, the person who is the boss in the club is Mia. In fact, when the club started, one of Mia’s rules was that the club would get somebody to teach their kids math. That’s how the MGC got money. But now, the club had no more jobs because the club needed no money. “Hey, Lizz! What is 72 divided by 2?” asked Mia. Mia was the boss because she was the smartest. Oh, let me tell you something, reader. The club was arranged by Bella, a girl in the class. Bella had asked each girl in the class if they wanted to be in the club. 9 said no, even Bella. “36. Why me?” said Lizzy.  “Because now you ask me something,” Emma said. “Okay. Why me?”  Lizzy asked again. All the girls cracked up-well not Emma.  “Not that kind of something! A math question!” Emma said all mad and her voice sounded mad, to me. “Okay, whatever. 78 divided by 2,” Lizzy was not in a good mood. “Ha ha. Easy. 39,” Emma was almost as smart as Mia. Mia knew that Lizzy and Emma might be enemy’s. Mia also was the kind of girl who loved math, reading and school. One day, Mia asked Emma if she didn’t like Lizzy. She said no and I knew it from then on. Another day, Timmy Tammy stared a club called “The Boys’ Business Club”. What an awful name. But, oh no! All of the boys said yes except Hon Con and Fong Miger. Mr. Answer said that the most popular club in 4^th grade would get $1,000 a year. I mean the club would get $1,000 every two years for 6 years. That’s a lot of money. The 9 girls in the class started a “I know everything” club. And a chunk of boys’ started a “Boys’ basketball” club. More girls came into our club.  So that’s me, Emma, Lizzy, Monica, Bri, and Helena. That’s 6 in the club now.  My dad, Mr. Zimmerman even bilt a real clubhouse for us. Oh, there is also a sewing club. Our vice principal, Miss Patty, said that the 4^th grade classes to go to the club room. It used to be the speech room, but then our principal, Mrs. Tina fired the speech teacher because Bella and other kids started forming clubs and our school needed a room for that and all. I thought. The boys’ clubs had a good chance of winning. Why do I say that? Because every boy in 4^th grade wants to be in the boys’ club. Mia called a group meeting. “We need to get in shape!” I said. “Does anybody have an idea?” “Oh, oh! I do!” said Helena and Monica at the same time. “Okay, what is it Monica?” I asked. “I know this girl named Beca,” said Monica. “She has great ideas. Maybe she can help.” Beca, huh?” Bri said sounding vary board. “Odd. Is Beca in 6^th grade and have a last name something like Tiplog-whatever?” asked Lizzy. “Uh, yes, indeed,” said Monica. “How about we do that, Mi-a?” said Helena. “Don’t call me Mi-a! Or you’ll be out of the club!” Mia said madly. The days went by, and finally Mrs. Patty told all the classes to go to the clubs room. “And the winner is…” Mrs. Tina said. “The Math Girls Club! Congratulations girls!”  “Boo!” went the boys. “Yay!” went the girls. That means…… they won! Wow! Talk about good luck! The girls were soooo happy.

The End 

Emma

Emma Valdez packed up her bag and went outside to wait for the bus. It was a Monday, and Emma met up with her best friend, Callie Lodge in the bus. “Hey! Callie! Guess what!” Emma said. “Okay. I give up. Tell,” Callie said. “You know Brooklyn Zimmerman?” I happen to know she has no dad!” I was sitting down, and Callie was standing up. “No! It can’t be true!” she said. “Sit down, will you?” I asked. “Sure,” was Callie’s reply and then she sat down. When Callie and I were walking to our class, Brooklyn and her mean pals fallowed her. By the way, Brooklyn is very wealthy. “Emma dear, Callie dear, I need you to carry my books or I’ll be late,” Brooklyn said in a bossy way. Callie spoke up. “Never, at least not now or I’ll be late, too.” I could tell she was mad. We walked to Mrs. Victoria’s classroom, and it looked very different. Well, the only different part was that instead of chairs, there were beanbags! To sit on! Cool! There was also no desks but there were notebooks to write on. This is so cool, I thought. Mrs. Victoria walked in. “Why are there beanbags Mrs. Victoria?” asked this boy in the class called Ron. “Why? Kids, the beanbags are for sitting on, by golly!” Mrs. Victoria said loudly so everybody could hear. The day was slow. I met with Callie and Brooklyn at lunch.  My friend Tia and her sister Helena met up, too.  Brooklyn went to buy lunch. “Guys, let’s start a club. A cupcake club!” I whispered. “Emma, we should do it!” Callie whispered back. “Meet me at my house tomorrow. We can have a meeting,” I thought what we needed for the club. So the rest of the day, I made aprons for the gang. At 7:30 I finished sewing the aprons. It said: The cupcake club. And it had the girls’ names on it. Like one would say: Emma Valdez, or something like that. But not the something part, of course. The next day was Sunday. Sunday sounds like “Sun day” to me. English is weird the way we speak it. Callie, Tia and Helena walked into the house at noon. Mrs. Valdez gave the girls there aprons. Callie asked, “Did you make these Mrs. Valdez? There so pretty.” “No, I did not make them. Emma did,” Mrs. Valdez replied. “Is that true Emma?” asked Tia. “Yes, it is,” I said. I think Callie liked the aprons the most. Then Brooklyn rang the doorbell. Oh, no. What would she do? I opened the door. Brooklyn said as she walked in: “Where’s my apron?” Double oh, no. “Uh… well I don’t see one,” I said honestly. “Will you sew me one?” Brooklyn asked. I didn’t want her in the club. She’s too bossy. And mean. I didn’t know what to say or do. But Tia spoke up. “Oh, Miss Brooklyn. We can’t. Miss Brooklyn, you know, it takes a lot of work to sew an apron. You should try it and see.” Wow! I thought. Tia is usually shy. But today no.” N-O spells no,” Brooklyn said. “But I’m leaving. So ta-ta.” “Tia! Thank you so much!” I said. “Thanks,” she said. I told everybody that we were going to make chocolate, and red velvet with caramel to see if this club was going to work out. Then I told them we would sell the cupcakes for 1.00 each. Helena was good at math, so if we made twenty of each, that would be… lets see… 40.00, but  00.50 for frosting. They would make 20.00. 20.00?!! They needed more than 20.00. “We need more than 20.00!” I said. “Maybe I could sell stories,” Callie said. “One page stories. They could cost 5.00 if there were twenty stories.” “Okay,” I smiled. Callie is such a good friend. Callie made stories like, The frog, The owl howl, The dog bark, The four eyed dog and Moving Perry. Callie made copies instead of new stories. What good thinking, I thought. Callie made twenty copies, and we sold everything. In total they made 120.00. Wow! Thanks to Callie they made 100.00 extra dollars. “Oh, Callie, thanks so much! You are a true friend!” I said. The days went by, and the club got better. But when Emma heard Callie was moving to Alaska, she nearly cried. Callie did, too. Callie moved to Alaska, but they still kept in touch. Oh, poor Emma and Callie! BFFs [that means Callie and Emma] that moved away from each other! Crazy! Now I must go. To take a rest! Bye-Bye!