Camp fire cooking!

Dad and I lit a fire in our front yard to cook some dinner,  Mum and I cooked damper on two sticks.

We wrapped the damper around the sticks like sausages.  Then we stuck it in the flame

Before we started cooking the damper Dad said, "Hold it above the flame, not in it!"

So I did what I was told and it took ages.  So I stuck the damper in the middle of the flame.  It took five minutes.

When it was cooked I asked Mum to put some honey on it but she dropped it!  When I picked it up I got honey all over my hands!  I licked it off but all I got was a mouthful of dirt.

Riding with Dad

One afternoon Dad and I went for a ride on the motorbike to get the Hilux.

On the way down to the river we past a miniature Grand Canyon. As we were going alongside the river Dad said, "Do you think we can get over?"

"You can, but I'm hopping off!"

So Dad decided to go over the bridge.

As we were heading towards the bridge Dad said, "Do you think we can get over that metal heap?"

"You can but I'm hopping off," I replied.

After we to over the bridge we rode down to the woodshed where the Hilux was. Dad drove the motorbike onto the trailer and we sped home.

(NB: See you there is a new paragraph every time someone speaks. Look in the books you are reading to see how this works.)

Willie, the majestic Clydesdale

We were driving down the road following Carly Gray, the horse breeder. We're off to see Willie, Dads old horse.

We turned up drive way, behind a farm house and there was Willie. We jumped out of the car, up a hill and over an electric fence. As soon as Willie heard us, he started trotting down the hill towards us and stuck his head in the food bucket.

"Hello there old fella”said Dad, as he patted Willie on the head. Mum took heaps and heaps of photos!! 

Dad told me Willie used to put his head on Dads shoulder and watch what he was doing!!

I love Willie. He's so big and beautiful. I'm so sad Dad sold him before I was born.

History of the Hawk

Dad found a hawk on the road.  The hawk was lying on it's back on the road because it had been hit by a car.  Dad brought the hawk home in the tractor.  He asked me to get a box for it.  Dad placed the hawk in the box.  It was starting to get cold so he brought the hawk inside.

We fed the hawk water with an eye dropper.  The next day Mum fed it meat with a spoon and got clawed.

The hawk became angry in the box so Dad used his welding gloves to put it in the cat cage.

His claws were very, very, very, very sharp.  He was covered in brown feathers.  The feathers underneath his wings were white.  I wouldn't want to get near to his beak.

Sadly, he died the next day.  I helped bury him.

Snow Day

When I woke up at 7.00 the snow was falling.  I did not stay in bed for long.  I got dressed as quickly as I could.  I pulled on my gloves, my beanie and my jacket.  I did not even have my breakfast.

Running out the door I grabbed some snow off the stump.  I packed the snow tightly and tried to throw it at Dad.

"Don't do that inside,"said Dad.

I took my snowball to Dad and he put it on the bench.  I went outside to play some more.

When I returned I asked Dad where  my snowball was.  He pointed at the bench and there was my puddle.

String poem

The day the dog came home

I woke up really excited because we were going to get my dog. Dad parked the car and I jumped out. I jumped up and down with excitement. Standing in front of his cage I saw four dogs looking at me with their big brown eyes but Duke caught my eye.

The next thing I know I'm at home playing with a little puppy with a silver star on his little green collar. As a puppy Duke was very cute. He used to curl up in the washing basket and go to sleep. He used to follow the cat around until the cat hissed at him.

Now Duke is three or four and I love him to bits. But I don't know what happened to the little silver star.

Snowball

When I woke up at 7.00 the snow was falling.  I did not stay in bed for long.  I got dressed as quickly as I could.  I pulled on my gloves, my beanie and my jacket.  I did not even have my breakfast.

Running out the door, I grabbed some snow off the stump.  I packed the snow tightly and tried to throw it at Dad.  “Don’t do that inside,” said Dad.  I took my snowball to Dad and he put it on the bench.  I went outside to play some more.

When I returned I asked Dad where my snowball was.  He pointed to the bench and there was my puddle.

My usual morning

"I'm snuggling in the bed with Mum.  I'd like to stay in here all day.  "Okay, get out of bed now," said Mum.  I flew out of bed and into my bath, out of my bath and into my clothes.

Walking into the kitchen I dropped two crumpets into the toaster.  While my crumpets were toasting I read a book.  "Pop!" went the toaster!

Smothering my crumpet with butter and golden syrup I gulped my breakfast down.  Now I'm ready for writing my story with Ann.