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| On 11/7/2009, SisPets said: |
Queso?!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Can I still do one too, just not count it?!!!
~Katherine Queso <3 <3 <3 <3 !!! |
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| On 11/8/2009, Miss Bunny said: |
Is that book in picture 2 the Tales of Beedle the Bard? |
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| On 11/8/2009, SisPets said: |
No, Queso. Why don't you just judge. (And why didn't you just ask me? I live in the same house as you! I answered you in person, in case you didn't notice, which you probably didn't because you weren't listening to me. In case I'm right, which I probably am, here is the answer for you.)
Yes, Miss Bunny, it is! Good eye.
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| On 11/9/2009, Miss Bunny said: |
Once upon a time there was a girl named Jane Gipfish, she loved to have fun (5), and when I mean fun, I mean FUN (6).
One day her mother decided that she was having to much fun, so she made her sit in a corner and read The Tales of Beedle the Bard(2). Jane did not enjoy that (1). Her mother seeing that she did not enjoy the reading, suggested that she learn to play the lyre. Jane thought that was crazy(4), but she did as her mother suggested and learned to play the lyre(3)! |
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| On 11/10/2009, SisPets said: |
Hahaha! You made me laugh!
Okay, here is mine...
Gipfish was sitting in her living room and doing one of her favorite things: reading a book (2). Then suddenly, a loud and strange noise woke her from book world (4). Just as she was getting up to see what could be going on, the house began to shake violently, and Gipfish had a hard time keeping her balance (5). The house shook so hard, she bumped her head on the coffee table and lost consciousness.
"Owwwww..." thought Gipfish. "My head hurts.... Where am I? What happened?" Gipfish suddenly remembered what had happened, and she tried to jump up quickly. However, she found that she was tied down in a dark room.
"Hello?" she called.
"Ah," came a raspy, sinister voice. "You're awake. Now I can properly suck out your brain."
"Eww!" said Gipfish.
"You see," said the voice, "I need your brain because I'm not very smart, and you read books so you are smart. Now stand up!"
Gipfish saw that she was suddenly untied, so she stood up and turned to face whatever the voice was coming from (1), but all she could see was a floating black robe.
"I'm going to suck out your brain, now," whispered the voice, "I don't think it will hurt, but then, I'm not very smart."
The robe approached Gipfish; she didn't know what to do! Frantically, not really knowing what could possibly save her from this fiend, she reached out and grabbed at the air. Just as the robed monster reached her, her hand latched on to a small, wooden object. But too late, now; here he was!
The monster began to tickle her. She giggled and giggled and giggled. She tried to stop giggling, but couldn't. Eventually, she was in fits of manic laughter (6). "Why would tickling me suck out my brain?" she wondered as she giggled. Then she thought really hard, racking her brains to see if they were still there. "They're gone!" she thought. "All of the Dr. Grant lectures I've ever listened to, all of the research papers I've ever written, most of the books I've ever read...they're all gone!"
She knew she had to act quickly before everything left her brain. The problem was that the smartest things had left first. So how would she come up with a solution? "I need my brain...brains are smart...smart...hmm, smart...Mozart makes babies smart!"
She giggled and laughed and screamed in the pain of the tickles, but as she did so, she somehow managed to think, and in doing so, she thought of a plan. She must find a way to turn on some music, preferably classical music.
She glanced around, feeling her brain becoming slower. Then she looked down at the wooden object in her hand and stared at it for a full minute. It took her a while, but she finally came to the conclusion that since the object was a musical instrument, she could probably use it to make music.
So she banged it on the head of the robed monster.
No music came, but the monster let go.
"How shall I ever get my brain back?" she thought. "The stupid thing won't make music! Wait, I'm the stupid thing, not it....Okay, how to play music."
As the monster rubbed his head, then slowly began to approach her again, Gipfish fiddled with the instrument. Ding! It was a note, and suddenly Gipfish remembered the book she had been reading when the earthquake had come.
Ding!
She suddenly knew how to play the instrument!
So she played and played and played (3). The monster screeched and hid in a dark corner. Gipfish's brain came back to her. Now she was smart again!
The End.
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| On 11/10/2009, Miss Bunny said: |
| Wow, I loved your contest entry, Gipfish!!!! |
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| On 11/14/2009, Miss Bunny said: |
Purple people eat dinosaurs, dinosaurs eat people, and people eat purple people.
I picked a poodle and ate her at the vet. she went to be examined. bye.
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| On 12/1/2009, SisPets said: |
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....... Miss Anne Bunny!!!!!!!!!!!! Congratulations! You won, and in 2nd (of course) Jane Gipfish! congrats to you both! Sorry that you put all of that effort into writing that story and you didn't win... but it was fun... right?...
Katherine Queso |
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