Santa Claws
I want to tell you about a story of a little helper. She is not just anyone's helper but Santa clauses helper. She was brought back from the shelter on one of Santa clauses many visits there.
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I want to tell you about a story of a little helper. She is not just anyone's helper but Santa clauses helper. She was brought back from the shelter on one of Santa clauses many visits there.
An engineer was crossing a road one day, when a frog called out to him andsaid, "If you kiss me, I'll turn into a beautiful princess." He bent over, picked up the frog, and put it in his pocket.
My friend Haily Got a new pet hedgehog She named it Hodgepodge And he lived in a log His spikes were short And his face was fluffy And like a rabbit His tail was puffy One day a bird Landed on...
*** “HELLO?. HEL-LOOOO?.
I reached behind to make sure the pack was zipped on one side. I felt Avel's furry head and knew he got in safely. My wings, stretched out 11 feet, caught the wind and pulled me upwards.
**ok, just a Cat Tip, (which is just a tip, but I'm going to call it a Cat Tip) whenever you see a little smiley face in the title, like this: ^_^, it means that Arcene's cat, named Avel, is going to...
Part 2: The Cry for Help The mother watched the dragon carefully, watching it's every move. The dragon was getting agitated.
All day long I leap, I jump and I hop around I have a vivid green skin, that's the way I'm found My home is cool ponds and pools of freshwaters My protruding eyes keep me safe from any predators Now...
#opussweeklychallenge Once upon a time, a long time ago, and I mean a very long time ago, in the magical land of Nahloo between the Picawawa and Latootoowa Mountains.
Bananas for breakfast, the gorilla said And then again for lunch Some before I go to bed I need to eat a bunch.
"I can't believe we are going to Hawiai!" squealed Doggy excitedly. "I know it is realy romantic"said Tiggy in a romantic voice.
Mr peacock had never known about the birds to which his last name originated and was quite fascinated when he found out.
Door, Grandma, Door, Grandma... Which one. Opuss's mind was boggling with questions that, typically, had no complete answer. While he was contemplating what to do he lifted a Crowbar.
#beginningline write off Once upon a walkabout along a tree lined creek I chanced upon a platypus sunning on a rock.
Carlo was not a man to be messed with, he was a camel. He hailed from a sand dune that was located somewhere between Egypt and Jordan. I do actually mean the countries and not glamour models.
Rebecca barely rembered the night when her parents died. She remembered the scream, loud and terrible. She remembered when the boat sank, slowly taking every passenger down into the depths of the sea.
#opussweeklychallenge (long version - aka not edited aka not as good as other version) "We'll do it all. Everything. On. Our. OWN!" Dalia screamed at me, Jonathan standing by her side.
I wish to run with dinosaurs, Of course only with the vegetarian ones. Rawr. Rawr. I would skip through a groove of blue trees, And neon yellow grass Beneath my feet.
Hello again. I have just realised how much I have been missing Opuss over these few days or months (I'm not sure how long) that I've been absent. Anywho, I'm back, with with a new story as well.
I'm in the mood about writing about a bunny called Babbity :) So, here goes: There was once a rabbit family, Their colours were, grey, brown and white, And one day a fox came lurking, And gave the...
"Yes, indeed," Opuss squeaked, giving the humans her trademark "pleading kitty eyes". "Shall I tell you a story, humans?" "You. Story?" Maryam blurted out, and everyone burst into laughter.
There once was a lonely cat. It was coated with fine, ginger fur. This cat was called Opuss. But it was no ordinary cat, no way. It had a magical gift of telling stories.
"Bye bye, Talitha" called Jenny, Talitha's owner. *yawn* Talitha took a big stretch as the door slammed downstairs. She could hear the rain hitting the windows through out the empty house. "Ugh.
French fancies "Hmmmph", said Talitha as she stared through the windowpane. Talitha was a tabby cat. Glistening green eyes, and a playful nature and the most shiniest fur you would ever have seen.