Tuesday, June 21, 2011

chica recumends

a book that i read is Trumpet of the swans, it is a good book that I recumend for 2nd-4th grades

Wednesday, May 18, 2011

Review of The Trumpeter of Krakow by Eric Kelly

The Polish history is a very interesting one. That is why Eric Kelly author of The Trumpeter of Krakow chooses to write about it. He loves the culture and history of medieval Poland. The story The Trumpeter of Krakow is partly true. One day in the thirteenth century a boy really did fulfilling his oath to sound the Heynal four times every hour. He was shot in the chest by an invading Tartar and never finished the hymn. To this day trumpeters in The Church of our Lady Mary stop the heynal at the broken note.

Friday, March 18, 2011

IEW story

                                                        Doing the Wrong Job
                                                             By, Mae

     Sox the horse had served his master faithfully and willingly since the time he was
trained. He pulled the cumbersome plow he gave the children pony rides and pulled the
wagon to market too. Sox, who was a hardworking and honest horse, loved his master dearly and because of that he wanted to do more and more for him.

     On Sunday, Sox took the family to church in the shiny, black buggy. After church he was turned out into the pasture to rest while the family ate lunch. But Sox  was never satisfied resting he wanted to keep working and helping.

     One Sunday Sox saw some crows in the garden and thought it was up to him  to help drive them out when the family wasn’t there to. He quickly jumped over the fence around the garden and galloped this way and that through the garden and the crows disappeared. “I’ve done the master a good service and have been a big help.” Sox said. But when he looked down Sox was terribly ashamed, while he had been chasing the crows away all the vegetable plants which were very tender because they had just sprouted had been trampled. The garden was ruined because of him. Instead of being pleased the master would be angry.

     When the farmer saw what had happened while he had been inside he was angry. But nobody could be very angry with Sox for long. “Never undertake a task for which you aren’t fitted and then only do a task if you are told to” the farmer said to Sox. Sox took this lesson very seriously. “I was the right horse,” he said to himself. “But I was doing the wrong job.”

Thursday, March 17, 2011

Botany composition

                                               A Bristlecone Pine Named Methuselah

     Once upon a time a tiny seed lay on the dry earth. The seed was watching an old man build something he had never seen before and it was almost finished, right now the man was spreading pitch all over it. Then, an old woman came to the door of a nearby house and called the man, he went in and did not come out again that day. The sun went down and the moon came out followed one by one by the stars.
     In the morning the seed saw a wonderful sight: animals of every shape and size walking into the enormous thing the seed would find out was called an ark. As soon as all the animals were in, the old man whose name was Noah, along with his wife and three sons Shem, Ham and Japheth and their wives entered the ark. Suddenly, though no one was pushing it the door to the ark closed. Everything was still, absolutely still, then without warning, the earth cracked open and water poured out of it. Water poured from the sky too and great waves crashed everywhere. Waves pounded on top of the seed and he found himself floating in tons of water. All this lasted 40 days and 40 nights. During this time, the seed began to drift toward the bottom of the great body of water that covered the whole earth and as he was in the water he began to soak up more and more and get bigger and bigger because of it. By the time he reached the bottom the 40 days and nights were well over and the earth was starting to dry. After the seed reached the bottom he began to feel a tickly sensation in the side resting on the ground. Then, roots started to emerge and grow and a tiny seedling poked its head out of the earth. That seedling grew to be a bristlecone pine named “Methuselah” and that pine is now 4,700 years old.
                      THE END

Monday, March 7, 2011

A Botany Narration on the Different Kinds of Pine Cones

Did you know that conifers produce two different kinds of cones? One kind is called a seed cone and it is the kind that one usually sees it is also the kind that makes the seeds. The other kind is the pollen cone. It makes pollen and is much smaller and less noticeable. In the spring the pollen cones burst open sending pollen into the air. Some lands in water some lands on the ground but some also lands in seed cones pollinating them. Once the eggs in the seed cone are pollinated it takes a year for them to turn into seeds. After the year is over on a warm, dry day the seed cone opens up and lets the seeds come out. The seeds usually have little “wings”  that they use to float to another place where they can grow into trees.

Monday, February 21, 2011

Botany Narration

The largest trees in the world are found in the pacific northwest of the United States of America. They are called giant sequoias and are a kind of redwood. The oldest trees in the world are called bristlecone pines. They are found in California. The oldest bristlecone pine is called Methuselah and it is great evidence for the worldwide flood. Scientists have found out that it is 4,700 years old. Creationists say that is about how long ago the flood happened. The reason this is evidence for the flood is scientists say bristlecone pines could live to be a lot older than that. If the flood never happened we would find many bristlecone pines lots older than 4,700 years but we don’t.

Monday, February 14, 2011

Chica's Chicks

We got our chicks on Monday morn,

what a day it was.

for the day we got them 3 did died.

though 2 did not have names

1 was named peep!

She was drowned in her own water dish!

twas a sad day

I did cry.


IEW story assignment by Mae

                                                                    The Consequences
                                                                            By, Mae
     Once there was a young boy who daily watched his father's flock of sheep. Each day he drove the sheep up to a hillside above the village where he lived because that was where the sheep pastured every day. When the sun began to get low in the sky the boy gathered his sheep and trotted down to the village. The boy was often very lonely, oh how he wished for some company. One very dreary day when he was quite lonely indeed the boy remembered something his father had told him: "you must always be on guard for a wolf  and if you do see one call out as loud as you can for help so none of the sheep will be lost."
     The boy had never seen a wolf but his father told him they were enormous and gray and looked like a dog. One day which was particularly dreary, because the boy so wished for some company he decided to pretend he had seen a wolf. WOLF! WOLF! WOLF! He clamored at the top of his lungs. all the men of the village dropped what they were doing , grabbed their guns and raced to the pasture. He was so glad to see then that they weren't very upset with him but they ordered him never to do it again. He didn't for a long time. But one day he was so completely overwhelmed with loneliness he did it again. The villagers were very upset when they couldn't find a wolf. They commanded him never to trick them again and left him in the pasture.
     He never tried to trick them again. One day as he was drowsily watching his sheep, an enormous gray wolf came sneakily out of the forest. The boy who was immediately alarmed started screaming WOLF! WOLF! WOLF! The men in the village heard him but because he had fooled them twice before they ignored him. The boy kept screaming WOLF! WOLF! WO... At this the villagers were startled. They dropped what they were doing grabbed their guns and raced to the pasture. But, alas when they got there one of the lambs had been carried off. The boy was very sorry for he knew that all this had happened as the consequence of his trickery.

Tuesday, January 18, 2011

A composition by Mae

by, Mae

The leaves are falling,
All around,
From the tree,
And to the ground.