I think days are peculiar. I mean how did they decide how many hours in a day? I have been wondering since I was five. My sister has been wondering the same thing about the days in a year. She said it is such a random number.
For Tannis's 3rd grade assignment, the teacher asked each student to bring a stuffed animal to class since they were reading The Velveteen Rabbit. (Tannis brought a stuffed wolf.) Their assignment was to write a story about their stuffed animal. Tannis wrote:
One day I fell off the shelf and I got hurt! I came to life! First I realized I was a real wolf! I went to my owner's room and jumped on the big purple bed. Then I went to see if the other animals were alive. But they were not. I chewed up all of my owner's Barbies. Next I went to the living room to roll on the carpet. I found the dog and I hopped on him! Finally my owner called my name and looked for me. My body froze. I was stuffed again. It was good being alive.
Kids after recent Saturday soccer games.
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