Tuesday, 29 December 2009
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Baby School's Writing
Weeboo wrote neat. This is what she wrote:
Weeboo wrote a poem. Now, Weeboo became an artist! Weeboo was asked to write a school newspaper. Then, it was Thalia's writing. Ms. Puppy's class always wrote neatly. So, of course, Thalia wrote neatly. She wrote a poem, just like Weeboo.
Clarisse wrote a poem, too.
Bianca wrote a poem, too. She drew pictures, too. She drew eight pictures.
Weeboo wrote a poem. Now, Weeboo became an artist! Weeboo was asked to write a school newspaper. Then, it was Thalia's writing. Ms. Puppy's class always wrote neatly. So, of course, Thalia wrote neatly. She wrote a poem, just like Weeboo.
Clarisse wrote a poem, too.
Bianca wrote a poem, too. She drew pictures, too. She drew eight pictures.
Friday, 11 December 2009
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One day, Weeboo was counting her numbers. She counted to one hundred. Except the special thing about babies is that they can count to one hundred in one second. Isn't that cool?
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