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"The following story written by a grade 2/3 student in October demonstrates an understanding of engagement, richness of word pictures, emotions and feelings."
Why
are YOU so Muddy?
"Why are you so muddy?" My mom asked before she told me to get in the washbasin with the muddy dog. The water was all muddy from the dog. As I got in it felt like I was having a bath in guts and stuff but it still was fun to be in the bath with my animal friend. When I was finished I was still muddy so I got the towel all muddy. My mom never knew after I dried that I had some mud still on me. I didn't care.
So I got dressed for Sunday night with mud under my clothes. My mom never saw the mud under my shirt. I didn't feel comfortable when the mud started to dry up under my shirt it started cracking. I began to worry that my mom would see mud on the floor. She will kill me. So I went up to my bed and snuck out the window and went to the well to clean my self up. When I was finished I snuck back up into my window and went back down stairs.
I ate dinner. The food smelled like diesel. When I ate some chicken it tasted like ice because the visitors came really late so we were having a late cold dinner. I hated it so I ate rice. It was better than the chicken. I loved the rice. It was so hot and tasty I ate two whole bowls of it.
After supper I went hunting with my dog. I didn't even bring the visitors, not even the kids because they are big, huge chickens. I mean chickens. They are even scared of dogs and cats. They're scared of every thing and every animal. So my dog and I we went by ourselves.
Suddenly I saw a wolf. It was not dead or any thing. It had a bad broken leg. I got a couple bandages and bandaged it up. It was a baby male wolf and he was scared of everything right now. I knew he soon would not be scared once he started to heal. So I took him into the house and made a comfortable bed for him.
The next day I began teaching him how to hunt for mice in the house. Even though I had my own cat it didn't matter we can always use another animal like a cat to catch all the mice we had. In the house he started to heal.
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