sophia was a very happy cat she made everyone happy but can be mean on one side the feald is sophia and her gang one the over side of the feald is the cat’s she made sad…
cat
im a cat
I love cake
I’m the cat in the hat
The magic master
A creepy brake in
As Layla sat on the sofa she heard a window brake. She became worried and went to take a look.Next minute she is on the floor crying and saying ‘no please no ’ over and over again.
The magic panda
To his suprise tom turned around and he saw loads of flying pandas.
They were going to visit the Queen because they were on their way
to the zoo.They were getting released in a week.They were taken in a
massive cage .When they got there they jumped out of the cage and
jumed on a big tree.
The story of the baby bird.
Flying slowly in the winter breeze, franticly flapping its wings, the baby bird, tried to fly back to its nest. In the crash of a thunder storm, the baby bird fell, but luckily a flying monkey grabbed it just in time…
Kerpow Opening
Tom was walking down town as he came to an ally where he found blood everywhere. And a pocket knife. What does he do next?
food
puddings and cakes and puddings and the jelly
The Blossom Tree
The Blossom Tree.
The blossoms sway in the fresh breeze,
the symbol of bravery,
in the clear sage green field,
It’s strong but beautiful blossoms glide in the wind,
like wild dancers,
like the cherry on top of a cake.
The chocolate brown trunk stands proudly of its living time,
The fresh smell from the blossoms
attracted birds to live in there baby pink bouquet.
The Old Bike by Lily
The bike leans against the old birch tree like it’s his only hope.
A cobweb spins around the seat like a guard not moving an inch.
It’s stone guardian perched on the rusty light after dancing, she taps the old bike and sleeps.
It’s worn out springs puffing for air not bouncing any more, they want to rest.
The lonely, old bike waiting to be ridden once more.
What are you? by Lily
What are you?
You are May with a hot breeze and buzzing bees.
You are a perfect present on Christmas night waiting to be opened .
You are a firework an excited explosion in the dark.
You are a delicate jewel glittering in the sun with a luscious smile.
You are a fox roaming through the deep forest jumping in piles of leaves.
You are a shattered mirror that gives seven years bad luck.
You are a kite floating around in the big blue sky.
You are the end.
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