A CAT AND A BUG

      There once was a cat,
I loved him so much,                                                                                                                                      
His name was Pat,
And he was Dutch.

    Pat had a friend,
And he was small,
He was a bug,
and he lived in my hall.

    They both sadly died,
We had a good bawl,
Though grief I have tried,
No bugs in my hall!


by jcpenney

Arthur Dale

   Arthur Dale was the only child of a poor widow. His mother had to work very hard to earn a living for herself and her little boy.
   Arthur was then year old. He wished very much to help his mother. Arthur was going to town to look for a small job. He was going down a lane, and he saw a shop and on the door it said, "Need employees", so Arthur went in. There it smelled like candles. "Hello!", said Arthur.
   "Hi," someone said.
   "I came for a job," said Arthur.
   "Oh, come here," said the man.
   Arthur went over there and the man said, "So, you want a job?" And Arthur said yes. The man said ok, and that he could come on Tuesday.
   So on Tuesday Arthur went to the candle shop and he worked there and in 2 weeks he had $22. Then he spent it to buy food and when he got home his mother fainted.

The End

by jumping bean

My LIfe as a Book

My name is The Most Wonderful Winter. My story is about a little girl in an orphanage who wanted to be adopted by some very nice people.

I just was bought by some poor lady with 10 kids. My owner, a 10-year-old girl who seems quite nice, just started reading me.

This girl carries me everywhere - in her sleep, to the market, everywhere! She only has sisters - nine of them. They're always trying to steal me! Their names are Ana, Annie, Oma, Ameila, Abigail, Abby, Tracy, Trace, and my owner, Tina. That's my life!

by jcpenney