The silly farmer

One day bob the farmer needed to get pumpkins from the garden to make soup. He was riding his bike to get the pumpkins from the garden when he saw a pit of hay. He stopped to take a look then he heard his Wife Mrs farmer say to also get cabbage. Right then he fell into the pile of hay. Mr farmers wife saw him fall into the pile of hay and ran outside to check if he was ok but sadly there were lots of sharp rakes he fell on.One       Week later Mrs farmer went to Mr farmers funeral.  

          The End

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Shane was riding his bike down the road.🤗 He was thinking about his dinner that night because he was having apple pie. Then he saw a cat. Luckily, he dogged the cat,  but he swerved out of control. Seeing that there was a HUGE hay bail in front of him he fell in it and cried “help my apples my poor poor apples and bike.  HELP!!!” he cried😭 and that day onward he stopped riding his bike 😋😛😝😜🤪  p.s he got out of the hay bail and got home safely with his apples.

 

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Shane was riding his bike down the road.🤗 He was thinking about his dinner that night because he was having apple pie. Then he saw a cat. Luckily, he dogged the cat,  but he swerved out of control. Seeing that there was a HUGE hay bail in front of him he fell in it and cried “help my apples my poor poor apples and bike.  HELP!!!” he cried😭 and that day onward he stopped riding his bike 😋😛😝😜🤪  p.s he got out of the hay bail and got home safely with his apples.

 

The Accident

It was a normal day at the farm. My mum asked me to pick up the vegetables, but I didn’t want to. So I asked our next door neighbour to do it, I said I will pay him $45. He said he would. So the next day he came to my house and we gave him the basket and he put it on his bike. He rode off, It took 1 hour for him to come back, that’s only because he had an accident. His bike rode over a rock and he fell off, all the vegetables fell out of the basket. He landed in a hay bail. Sadly, he broke his leg and arm. So I had to pay more than I had to.

Uncle George’s Mistake Week 9

Dear Diary,

This morning I had this great idea for my Auntie Jean’s birthday.

As I was collecting our chicken’s eggs (because it was my chores). I wanted to tell Mum and Dad. But especially, I was hyped to tell Uncle George.

Uncle George, what my mum calls the joke in the family, is my favorite relative.

We were going to give her a surprise party. With her favorite cake, pumpkin cake,  as the surprise. 

“Ugh!” Uncle George moaned (just like he did on my Mum’s birthday…she didn’t like it).

“What is it, Uncle George?” I asked. 

“Hey, can I go to the shops?” He asked.

His face looked as though he’d fallen into Mrs Cranberry’s tomato pitch again.

Uncle George dashed out of the door as fast as a cat with a bad case of fleas. 

I decided to wash the dishes while I was waiting for Uncle George to magically appear out of nowhere. (And because if Mum caught me doing this one hour too late, she could probably make sure Uncle George wouldn’t come back.) 

Waiting for a while, I couldn’t help it but run outside to check if he’d come back (for the seven hundred and sixty fifth time). Silently, I creeped outside to make sure Mum wasn’t looking. As I walked onto the front yard , I saw my Dad’s new bike he got for his birthday tipped over, Mrs Cranberry’s orange pumpkins(oh no), flour, sugar, and butter lying down on the grass near Dad’s bike. But what was most eye-catching here was that Uncle George was stuck in a haystack?!!

He won’t be coming back to Seattle next holiday.